Grief is Like a Tulip

Grief does not open on command.

It does not follow the schedules of others.

Some days it stays closed,

folded in on itself,

the world cannot see

the storm inside.

The ache spreads quietly,

pressing, persistent,

until it cannot be contained.

And then, without warning,

it blooms.

Petals unfurl in their own time,

soft, fragile, yet unwavering.

Grief opens when it is ready,

revealing beauty entwined with sorrow,

strength woven through the pain.

You cannot rush it.

You cannot command it.

It simply unfolds,

and you survive by letting it.

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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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