The Field

Grief is unlayering
revisit your core
you are the seeds of hope

Resharing this poem as a inspiration to let go for those who are in pain today. Thank you to The Drabble for choosing this poem as one of the Ten Favorite Drabbles of 2016.


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By Ali Grimshaw

A crack,

followed by a breaking open.

As the walls fall,

you will no longer be contained,

held separate.

Grieve and they shall crumble,

until the last stone is still

Leaving you in a field of golden openness.

Wide and light,

No need for protection


In the warm air.

Bio: Ali Grimshaw is a poet and blogger. Her blog called flashlight batteries,, offers hope for those struggling in the darkness and a mirror for tough times in life.

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21 thoughts on “The Field

  1. I loved the word unlayering. Your poem speaks to me clearly – I feel I know the crack, the breaking open, the falling of the walls, the grief – and then how amazingly we are led to our core. Feeling the freedom and the warmth … Beautiful!

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