12/08/2025
The Shape Grief Takes
There is no right or wrong way to grieve,
no map, no timetable etched in stone.
Some days grief spills in tears,
other days it settles quietly
in the corners of the soul,
soft as a shadow, almost invisible to the world.
It may rise as anger, hot, wild, consuming.
It may come as confusion,
or as exhaustion that washes over us like a tide.
Some of us hold memories close,
finding solace in tender recollections.
Others drift toward silence, toward solitude,
where the heart has room to breathe,
to ache, to remember.
Even within one heart,
grief moves in waves.
What feels gentle today
may strike tomorrow with the force of a storm.
One moment we move through the world,
carrying our days almost with ease,
the next, a scent, a song, an empty room recalls a presence now gone,
and the air fractures.
If we meet ourselves with tenderness,
with patience through the challenging days,
with kindness through the darker ones,
grief becomes not a burden, but a doorway,
not a path to forgetting,
but a way to live again,
with softness, with memory,
and with the quiet strength of a love transformed.
~'The Shape Grief Takes' by Spirit of a Hippie
✍️ Mary Anne Byrne
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