a grief lit gate.

sometimes you have to live with a regret that opened the door for you to fly.

a quiet sorrow that aches in a tender place in your heart,

that made space for other joys to expand.

& with this heartache you still chose to step through a grief lit gate;

a choice that would unravel your future but gently haunt you;

as a fond & welcome visitor.

a pillar of strength built on a foundation of "what if?"

but what if is not enough.

you try to grasp it yet it slips through your open hands like a liquid dream.

a dream that will remain as it is,

a sadness earnt.

grateful for it to have being,

so you too;

could become.

by yogiwhale