Shattered Timelines of Grief

Grief is an earthquake, sudden and unforgiving, Splitting the ground beneath your feet, Turning the familiar into fractured ruin. It shakes the foundations of who you are, Toppling memories like crumbling buildings, Leaving nothing but dust where laughter once stood. Aftershocks linger in the quiet moments, A tremor in your chest, a crack in your voice. You try to rebuild, but the landscape has changed- The world tilts differently without them in it. Some days, you step forward, thinking the worst has passed, Only to stumble as the earth quivers once more, A song, a scent, a whispered name- And suddenly the fault lines widen, Swallowing you whole in a moment’s collapse. Times move on, but the wreckage remains,  Slowly, painfully, you clear the rubble, Learning to build around the gaps, Knowing the scars will never fade, But hoping, one day, the ground will hold steady again. And as the years pass, you realize- No matter how many walls you raise, Or how many roads you pave over the broken earth, You are still standing in the ruins of what once was, Waiting for a home that will never be rebuilt.