Let the tears flow, my love.
Grieving is as breathing.
Grieve for all that was and all that was lost.
Grieve for missing a life that you knew was yours. You held it, but it slipped away like a
handful of sand.
Grieve for those who love but do not know how to express
it, but instead hide
in the shadows and scream in silence over the life they have chosen.
They see their past as but a memory; fleeting yet within
your grasp.
Grieve for those who have passed on to a new journey.
Know that your journey will someday end as well, but work
remains;
Do not let grief set your feet in stone.
Grieve for those who have lost more than they can bear. Hold them up and bear the burden for them; walk
in their shoes and wipe away their tears.
Breathing is the only thing we must do to help the grief
subside;
Time continues on and eases the pain with each new turn of the Earth.
The tears of grieving will fill the oceans, but the sun
will always shine again to dry them up; allow
it to do its much needed work.
The tears will flow, my love.
But flow they must.
