The Silent March of Time

The Silent March of Time

Time heals, yet it hurries on,

its footsteps echo, never gone.

Grief lingers, a shadow near,

a silent song we always hear.

Though sorrow clings, it does not fade,

we learn to walk the path it made.

Each dawn demands we rise again,

to bear the loss, to bear the pain.

And still within the breaking day,

a fragile strength will find its way.

For though the heart is scarred and torn,

we learn to live, we learn to mourn.

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Grief never ends, but time teaches us to carry it — not by forgetting, but by finding the strength to walk forward.

Omatee Ann-Marie Hansraj

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