The Fabric of Sorrow

 The fabric of sorrow isn’t woven with threads,

but with invisible, delicate filaments spun from silence, memories, separation, and the unbearable ache of desolation.

That shred drapes over you like a second skin

Soft as dawn, and lingering as midnight.


It is made of unspoken words

and woven with the cries of those who still live in your heart but no longer in your world.

It doesn’t tear.

It simply wears down.


Slowly.

Gently.

Ruthlessly.


It absorbs every sigh that dissolves silently within,

each time you force a smile for a world that moves too fast to mourn.

Because this world

never waits for grief.


We do not wear sorrow’s shred.

We become it.

And even when it begins to fray,

it never truly falls apart.


- The Solar Step

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