Grief and Loss - a sonnet

This grief is such a fragile thing

and shatters into sharp-edged knives

spearing so deeply into lives

already lashed by losses sting.

Each shard spears deep in memories

to make old pictures bring forth tears,

so pain will reach back through the years

and lacerated moments bleed.

In time grief’s growth gets slow and frail,

the fragments dull and bite less deep

so memories don’t make you weep

as vibrant sadness starts to pale.

For time will dull the sharpest blade

and deep-carved scars will slowly fade.