Poetry Of A Borderline

unknown tales of grief

In the chambers of her heart, a symphony of sorrow plays,

Notes of loss and longing echo in the hallways,

A melody of memories, bittersweet and raw,

Resonating through her being, an unyielding draw.

Each chord a reminder of what once was,

Each refrain a testament to the pain she does not pause,

Complex grief, a labyrinth without an end,

A journey through darkness, where shadows blend.

I see her there, navigating this treacherous terrain,

Her steps falter, her resolve strained,

But in her eyes, a fire still burns,

A flicker of hope amidst the turns.

I stand beside her, a silent witness to her plight,

A companion in the long and harrowing night,

I hold her hand as she wrestles with her demons,

I offer my presence, a light in the dimming beams.

Together we brave the tempest, side by side,

In the storm of emotion, we do not hide,

We face the raging winds, the crashing waves,

Knowing that in unity, we find the strength that saves.

Through the valleys of despair, we journey on,

Through the peaks of anguish, we carry on,

In the depths of her soul, a resilience resides,

A spark of resilience that in darkness abides.

My best friend, a warrior in her own right,

A fighter in the shadows, a beacon in the night,

In the midst of chaos, she finds her voice,

In the midst of grief, she makes her choice.

To embrace the pain, to honor the loss,

To walk through the fire, whatever the cost,

And in this crucible of suffering and strife,

She discovers the essence of her own life.

I walk with her, step by step, day by day,

In the tapestry of grief, we find our way,

Bound by a bond that time cannot sever,

In the crucible of grief, we find each other forever.