When Sorrow Becomes A Part Of You Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

It moves in quietly,
a shadow stretching beneath your skin,
filling the spaces where laughter
once lived.

You carry it, not as a burden,
but as a second heart,
beating in time with the first,
a rhythm only you can hear.

Days fold into each other,
soft and colorless,
and the world speaks in muted tones.

You forget the weight of joy,
how light once felt on your shoulders,
how the sky could open
without swallowing you whole.

But sorrow is not the end of you.
It lingers, it hums,
but it does not own your name.

One day,
you will wake to find it quieter,
like an old song playing in another room,
familiar, but distant.

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