Raudri

Just when you think that you've seen it all and hardened Grief strolls in with a wolf in her wake She punches you below the belt Makes you double over And in pain she teaches you that you are still a child Still a flower with much to unfold Still a beating, bleeding heart filled with the knowing that true strength true meaning true courage is not in the great heights and hardened hearts but in the softest warmest glow that emanates when tears of grief fall down to cleanse to purge and turn you back into the wild child who knows that  to love is to dance with death to love is to risk it all and yet risks it all because love is worth it all. Miss you Rudra Akka