Grief is Like A Foal

Loss arrives fragile and trembling.

It comes raw, barely able to stand.

It collapses under the weight of its own existence.

And you collapse with it.

You cannot rush it.

You cannot force it to move faster.

You can only crawl alongside it.

Some days you rise for a moment,

only to fall again before you are ready.

Other days you remain on the ground,

waiting for strength that refuses to come.

Time does not heal quickly.

But time does teach you patience.

You begin to notice small shifts.

The wobble steadies for a breath.

The collapse takes longer to arrive.

And though it still falters,

you see the promise of movement.

Not graceful, not certain,

but forward all the same.

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This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.   

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Grief is Like a Donut offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and unexpected pockets of sweetness that grief can bring.

Perfect for times when focus is difficult, each metaphor is independent, so the book can be read a little at a time and in any order. It is a companion for moments when you need to pause, reflect, or simply feel understood.

Rather than trying to define grief, this book illuminates the many ways loss shows up in our bodies, minds, and lives, offering comfort, validation, and the sense of being seen.

This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.   

Find my first book, Grief is Like a Donut, on Amazon:

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