My Muse


I am well versed in the language of grief. With a deep understanding of its ebbs and flows, I have learnt to accept that some days it’s okay to not be okay.

Grief so tightly woven into the tapestry of life, nothing remains that has been untainted by its touch.

Finding beauty within darkness, finding blessings within pain. On the days I miss you most, I remember you best.

The passions of my life dimmed when you lost yours.

As the fire begins to reignite, I feel your gentle breath on the flames. Eternally reminding me, it’s darkest just before dawn.


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