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feelingsundefined's avatar

Your grief doesn't ask for pity; it asks for space to grow until it becomes the sun. Thank you for the reminder that the fiercest fire is born exactly where we tried to become our smallest selves. A beautiful and powerful process.

Prairie's Poetry's avatar

Yes, yes! Thank you for that reflection. 🙏🏽

Joe's avatar

Grief must be borne collectively. It’s too powerful for one person to bear.

Frederica Acora's avatar

Beautiful, my friend!

Grief indeed. ❤️🔥

Prairie's Poetry's avatar

❤️❤️❤️

Noor's avatar

I love your poem, it’s so touching, love to connect!😀

Prairie's Poetry's avatar

Thank you, Noor!

theresa 💌's avatar

this is so insanely important & powerful at this exact point in time, thank you!!

Prairie's Poetry's avatar

Thank you!!! 🙏🏽

Azure Jo Storm's avatar

The overwhelming power of grief is so greatly expressed in this poem. "That the sun can fit

Into your palm And you spit fire." Yes absolutely!

Prairie's Poetry's avatar

🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 Thank you! So glad you feel it too!

Deneene Bell's avatar

the pounding grief that dulls to an ache through the balm of your poetic expression. xo

Prairie's Poetry's avatar

🙏🏽 Much love to you, Deneene!

Ozzie💌's avatar

"That's the sun can fit // into the palm of your hand" this image comes to life -- great work!