"Shattered Pieces"
Grief
shadow
moves
with me.
I am
broken,
shaped by
loss.
I search
in dreams,
fragments
of myself.
Heart doesn’t breathe
without her laughter,
yet I am
alive,
empty.
Pieces scattered,
waiting
for light.
Still here—
lost,
not gone.
I wait,
to love again,
to heal,
to find
a new me.
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