LossLitWeds

This night draws its line—#LossLit closes for now. To everyone who #wrote, #read, or simply sat with us in this space: thank you. You made the #dark a little #lighter. We meet again on July 30, 2025, 9–11pm BST. Take care of your hearts. Love you all ❤️

A picture fades, but not the ache A tear returns for memory’s sake. If there’s a ghost inside your line, The words try to speak Tonight is the night - It’s safe to let it speak this time. #LossLit

Awhile ago I lost my health saw it crumble bit by bit &there was nothing I could do I begged for help but no one cared I fell apart bit by bit &there was nothing I could do But I won't cease to collect the pieces because maybe bit by bit I can put myself together again #LossLit

I write, not to heal— but to name what won’t leave. A trace, a thread, a reason to breathe. #LossLit

When I stay kind, my boundaries are being breached. When I speak up clearly enough, I have to breach my peace. Conundrum. I need to raise my vibes. #LossLit

Constant transgression of my explicit boundaries. I'm beginning to lose my temper. #LossLit

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I heard him in my mother's womb in my teenage gloom in my adult bloom he was there unwavering oh the #tears I shed when his mama said welcome home #vss365 #LossLit

I talk of pain in poetry because it has backed up to the heart and he does not hear it anymore #LossLit

It doesn’t have to rhyme or shine, Just one soft line, a sign, a sign. Loss is welcome in our thread, Words can speak what’s left unsaid. #LossLit @LossLitWeds

Unexpected joy fills up the empty places by the only one, my Father the only one who knows the sky, the water, the birds all are His #losslit #joylit

Lifted from within, A moment filled with warmth and a deep contentment- wordless, vivid- quietly complete and yet completely quiet. #JoyLit

Good night Madsters 🥱😴💤 #peacefuldreams

Today, I let the wind clear my mind, and the rain wash off emotional toxins. It was good to feel Mommy Gaya carrying me home. #JoyLit

We are in the second hour of this week's session. Seems like many of us write of pain in poetry tonight. -- Thank you for trusting the silence—and the line. Keep going, if you’ve got more to say. #LossLit #JoyLit (if you need the light)

If #words are not your thing for now, you can also join in with photos or artwork, or your doodles - we welcome all #LossLit #JoyLit

I talk of pain in poetry because it reveals my strength in times when I cannot see it I talk of pain in poetry because it reveals the light switch in the dark I talk of pain in poetry because it let's others know they're not alone #LossLit

Lost 5 lbs that cost me 5 bucks. It's a good loss. #Losslit

I talk of my pain in poetry Because no one hears me when I speak My hurt gets dressed in rhyme and form— And then, it’s not so weak... #LossLit

I talk of pain in poetry, Each word a wound that will not heal, A slow unraveling of everything I was, Spilled across the page in the reddest of inks. #LossLit Thanks @mun_artist for the prompt.