By Ali Grimshaw
A crack,
followed by a breaking open.
As the walls fall,
you will no longer be contained,
held separate.
Grieve and they shall crumble,
until the last stone is still
Leaving you in a field of golden openness.
Wide and light,
No need for protection
Bare
In the warm air.
Bio: Ali Grimshaw is a poet and blogger. Her blog called flashlight batteries, https://flashlightbatteries.wordpress.com/, offers hope for those struggling in the darkness and a mirror for tough times in life.
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I love it, Ali!
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Well and beautifully said, Ali Grimshaw.
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Reblogged this on flashlight batteries and commented:
Grief is unlayering
revisit your core
you are the seeds of hope.
Resharing this poem as a inspiration to let go for those who are in pain today. Thank you to The Drabble for choosing this poem as one of the Ten Favorite Drabbles of 2016.
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Beautiful poem, Ali, and the timing is perfect. So many are experiencing grief right now. Thank you! ❤️
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