I have found the power of poetry very therapeutic in enabling me to process and better understand my own experiences of bereavement. Here is my latest poem, entitled ‘Grief’.


My prison had no walls,

Or bars to keep me in.

Yet trapped I was,

In this bleak place.

Full of sadness and pain,

With little light or hope.

My captor’s name was Grief,

A being without shape or form.

Known to many others too,

Though different for us all.

One day arrived a visitor,

Who I had asked to come.

They knew Grief from before,

And had some tools to share.

Together we tried them out,

Finding which ones worked best.

Amassing a collection,

Capable of transformation.

They fused into a magic key,

To free me from captivity.

But rather than escaping Grief,

I chose to keep it in my life.

With fresh perspective on its role,

As carrier of love and memories.

I savoured new found freedom,

Using it for good.

To help others better navigate,

Their relationships with Grief.


Hi @TimetoHeal ,

Thank you so much for sharing this with the community :blue_heart: I’m sure your words will bring comfort to others.

Take good care,