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In the quiet corners of the heart,  
Where shadows linger, dreams depart,  
The path of grief begins to wind,  
A journey through the fractured mind.

**Denial** cloaks the soul in shrouds,  
A veil of fog amidst the clouds,  
A hollow echo, faint and thin,  
Where reality can’t enter in.  
In this place, the world seems still,  
The pain subdued, the heart is still,  
Yet somewhere deep, a tremor calls,  
A whisper through the echoing halls.

**Anger** soon ignites the blaze,  
A furious storm through mournful days,  
An unrelenting, searing fire,  
That burns through hope and will’s desire.  
It lashes out, it seeks to find,  
A reason for the troubled mind,  
A target for the raging storm,  
A way to break the endless norm.

Then comes the **bargaining**, a plea,  
For what was lost, for what could be,  
A dance with fate, a subtle twist,  
To change the past or clear the mist.  
Promises to mend the wrong,  
A hope that reason will prolong,  
The grasp of loss, the aching fear,  
In every whisper, every tear.

**Depression** settles like a shroud,  
A silent, dark, encircling cloud,  
It drapes the spirit, heavy, still,  
A void where light and joy are nil.  
In this embrace, the heart may sink,  
The soul retreats, the thoughts may shrink,  
A hollow space where sorrow grows,  
And endless night in darkness flows.

Yet from the depths of darkest night,  
Emerges **acceptance**, faint yet bright,  
A quiet peace amidst the pain,  
A gentle hope to start again.  
It’s not a cure or quick reprieve,  
But understanding to believe,  
That though the scars may still remain,  
The heart can heal from sorrow’s strain.

Acceptance is a tender place,  
A space where one can still embrace  
The memories that never fade,  
The love that once and still pervades.  
It’s knowing that the journey’s end  
Is not a loss but a time to mend,  
A path where pain and healing blend,  
Where broken hearts can gently mend.

So through these stages, one will tread,  
With tears and hope and words unsaid,  
Each step a chapter in the quest,  
To find a place where grief can rest.  
For in the depths of loss and pain,  
There lies a strength we can regain,  
A light that guides through darkened skies,  
And helps the spirit to arise.
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