Canyon
If unfair is the gap
Between what we deserve
And what we got
Then no wonder you stand
At the edge of a canyon
That formed as your tears
Eroded away your hopes and your dreams
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There are days when I feel like my grief cuts through the fabric of who I am and leaves me shattered and stuck and separated from hope.
And there are days I remember that without my grief I would not have the same depth and I would not have the same capacity to hold.
Today I am making room to honour both types of days and all the ways my grief is shaping me.
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