In my essays I often say some form of: the pain pockets of grief have infinite depth, that these chasms can cause tears at a moments notice no matter how much time as elapsed, yet as the pockets drain, their infinite depth leaves foom for infinite amounts of Light to enter our lives.

I wrote a piece with four american cinquain, each describing one of the losses that I carry with me: https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/losses-217380d2da9b