If Grief was a Poem | Official Audio

Sometimes grief becomes such a central part of us after a great loss. Whether this loss is when someone you love dies, or whether it is brought on by betrayal, this grief sits deep within you and it is very overwhelming. That feeling of hardly being able to breathe, of experiencing a sadness so profound that it becomes physical, a physical ache you experience every single second that you are awake and there’s no release from it. It’s the type of grief that stays for years, it doesn’t get easier or lighter, it lingers and it carves into your very identity. The type of grief that almost becomes your identity. This song is about that grief and that despite feeling it, despite living with it every single day, you can take it and still rise from it. Lyrics: I fold my days into sonnets Trace torn margins where shadows bleed Words curl like smoke from silent rooms I write the shape of my own grief I measure fear in free verse lines Counting cracks carved in my chest Ink drips dark onto paper Each heartbeat a hidden drum, unconfessed If silence keeps me bound in chains I’ll tear the pages, taste the pain Let storm and ink collide in veins And hear my voice call out my name I rise from quatrains into flame Turn sorrow into song and claim Each broken breath, each trembling line I’ll speak it loud, defy the night I rise, though shadows shape my frame I write my grief and give it name Ghosts caged in meter, bound to rhyme Break free, scatter through my mind I walk through fire, I walk through rain And leave old verses far behind I’ll weave my night in winding stanzas Draw the darkness into song Fear to melody, pain to pyre Now unbroken, I call my name If silence keeps me bound in chains I’ll tear the pages, taste the pain Let storm and ink collide in veins And hear my voice call out my name I rise, I rise, I rise again Each hammering heartbeat from within I claim the lines that lock my soul I write the story I must own I rise, though pieces peel away I sing my grief and let it stay Pages quiet, the ink runs dry Dawn drapes soft across the sky I fold myself into the day And let the silence light my way #grief #griefjourney #emotionalsong #emotionalmusic #motivation