Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Grief

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Grief feels like a cave,
an aimless groping
into a black deepening void.
Into your hand I press
the only candle I have
a message to flicker
in the darkness of your soul.
Grief feels like a cave,
but it is not a cave.
Grief is a tunnel, a journey.
The blackness is the same.
The only difference is Hope.

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