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Denial

In the quiet of the early morning,

I find myself staring at the empty space beside me.

The absence whispers, but I turn away,

my mind constructing walls of disbelief.

The world continues in a haze, each face

-a blur, every word a distant echo.

I tell myself this isn’t real, just a nightmare,

that you'll walk through the door any moment now.

Memories cling to corners of my mind, yet I push them aside,

unwilling to confront the truth wrapped in their embrace.

Today, I live in denial, protecting my heart from the jagged edges of loss.

Anger

As the days blur into each other, the fog lifts,

and reality crashes in with brutal force.

I rage against the emptiness, fists

clenched, heart pounding with fury.

Why did you leave me? Why now?

The questions burn, searing my thoughts.

I lash out at the world, at myself,

seeking a target for this unbearable pain.

Anger, my companion, fuels the fire within,

a desperate attempt to fill the void.

But it leaves me hollow, exhausted,

unable to find relief in its seething embrace.

Bargaining

In the stillness of the night, I whisper to the darkness,

pleading with the universe for a second chance.

"If only I could turn back time," I mutter,

"if only I could change the past, make it right."

I weave fantasies of what might have been,

negotiating with fate, grasping at hope.

Every promise, a lifeline I cling to,

a futile attempt to rewrite the story.

But the silence remains, unyielding,

the terms of my plea left unmet.

I sit in the shadow of what might have been,

caught in the web of impossible bargains.

Depression

The weight of sorrow settles like a shroud,

each day darker than the one before.

The world fades to grey, muted and distant,

every breath a struggle against the suffocating gloom.

I retreat into myself, a hollow shell,

the light of joy extinguished.

Memories become anchors, dragging me

down, each one a reminder of what I've lost.

Friends reach out, but their words are

swallowed by the abyss of my grief.

I am alone in this desolation,

a wanderer in a land of shadows.

Acceptance

In the dawn's gentle light, I find a glimmer of peace,

a quiet acceptance of what cannot be changed.

I breathe deeply, feeling the weight lift,

the scars remain, but the wound begins to heal.

I carry you with me, a part of my soul,

your memory a beacon in the darkness.

Life moves forward, and so do I,

each step taken with newfound strength.

The journey of grief is never truly over,

but I embrace the lessons it imparts. In acceptance,

I find a path to healing, a way to honour

your memory and my own phoenix rising.