"So, That Was Dramatic..."

One day, it crushes, a storm in the chest,
Breath halts, heart races, no room for rest.
You beg the skies for an end to the ache,
A whisper to shatter, a soul to forsake.

But time, that trickster, it softens the scream,
Turns sharp-edged sorrow into a dream.
One morning, you wake, and the world feels light,
What once was darkness now fades to white.

You laugh at the pain that once held you tight,
A fleeting shadow, a vanishing night.
Grief is a ghost, a lesson, a phase,
A chapter that ends, though it lingers for days.