A Letter From Grief

This short reading of “Dearest, It’s Grief” by Alice Pierce invites you to meet grief with tenderness rather than fear. It explores the way grief and ego intertwine, how unfinished moments amplify sorrow, and how healing happens slowly as we learn to hold contradictions with compassion.

This is not a practice of fixing or analyzing—just a soft space to listen, breathe, and remember that you are not broken, and you are not alone.

A few minutes to rest, feel, and return—again and again—to love.

Transcript

A Letter from Grief.

A poem by Alice Pierce Dearest,

It's grief.

I know I'm the last one you wanted to hear from,

And yet here I am,

Knocking at the doorstep of your heart.

Don't confuse me with your ego.

Your ego that was built to keep you safe will always panic.

It will twist grief into terror,

Sensing its own mortality.

This grief ego clings to anything but the present.

It hunts for loose ends,

Unfinished business,

Desperately weaving illusions of safety,

Even immortality.

It combs through memory,

Searching for what death interrupted,

For some place to land,

Some corner untouched by sorrow,

Some unresolved thread to distract from death's hard kiss.

This grief ego magnifies your weak spots,

A sharp word,

Unforgiveness,

Betrayal,

A dangling conversation,

Anything unresolved,

Because death feels so final.

It leaves behind stains of guilt,

Anger,

Fear,

Insecurity,

Sadness,

Even jealousy.

This is not weakness.

This is grief.

So,

You see,

You are not crazy.

You are not broken.

You stand at the crossroads where grief meets ego.

Grief longs to process your loss,

But ego cannot accept death.

To do so would be to sign its own death certificate.

But this too is grief.

You are not getting it wrong.

Healing means holding opposites,

Letting contradictions coexist,

Not one right and the other wrong,

But mismatched pieces gathering over time into wholeness,

A mosaic,

Still you,

Yet,

Like Kintsugi,

Transformed into something new,

Something beautiful.

This journey is not linear.

Some days grief ego traps you in a house of mirrors,

Distorting truths,

Twisting thoughts,

Warping memories,

Whispering,

There is no exit.

But there is,

Through radical self-compassion,

Gentleness,

And time.

Be patient with yourself and with this process.

Death is hard.

Find solace as you weave harmony with the love you shared.

Grieffully,

It will split you wide open,

But that is where the light enters.

You are healing and always,

Again and again,

Return to love.

Reviews

Beautiful🙏💖🙏

Thank you for your beautiful powerful and sensitive words. I really needed them today 🙏🕊️

Beautiful, thank you Alice 💫

Thank you Meredith for narrating Alice’s beautiful and heartfelt poem🥰

Beautiful ✨✨

What a beautifuuly heartfelt poem Alice wrote♥️🙏
Thank you for sharing.

This is understanding

A beautiful poem on a very difficult subject. Loss is never easy when it's death, so final. This is very reflective, especially during the holidays. Thank you for sharing Alice's poem with us. 🙇‍♂️💗🌈🕉

So beautifully written. Thank you

This was truly beautiful! Thank you 🙏🏻 💕

So beautifully written & beautifully read…Thank you dear Alice & Meredith 💞😢🙏🏻

A touching poem by Alice🤍 & beautifully read by you, Meredith💟🙏🏻Thank you both for this gift supporting grief💐🪷🌈

Warning ⚠️ ... this is designed to make us feel the feels. It know our personal relativity to grief, and beckons to meet it there... and sit with it. I cried for those parts of me that had not been acknowledged and honored in their time, and have been waiting stagnant and begrudgingly. I promised myself to allow these feelings to come to me, whispering or screaming their truths. And U will sit with them. I will sit with these truths. I will allow the healing as these truths transmute and transform into love. and I promise to sit with that.

Wow, that was...I have no words but awe. So profound, so bittersweet, so beautiful, so truthful and real. Thank you so much for sharing 🪷🙏🪷

That was incredible Alice thank you for reading it Meredith. Truly special and healing🙏 I felt every word. I have the chills I can't say enough beautiful things about that poem. Thank you thank you thank you 🙏🏾🙏❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🫂

That was beautiful, both the words and the way they are spoken, thank you Meredith and also Alice for sharing ❤️🙏🏻

Thank you for reading my friend’s poem! 🥰

So needed this after losing so many friends this past year. Thank you.

Beautiful

thank you again for Doing this project together with me. What a beautiful journey it has been. writing this poem and you recording it has been a very healing part of my grief journey. Many thanks. 🙏 🩵🦋🙏🩵🦋🙏🩵🦋🙏🩵🦋🙏