In grief over my nest, I collected so many straws that they eventually formed a nest and became a source of comfort for me.

There is a quiet, resilient beauty in this couplet about healing through heartbreak. The poet was shattered when their nest was destroyed, yet in that very grief, they kept gathering scattered straws one by one. Without even realizing it, this tender persistence turned the fragments of loss into a whole new sanctuary, transforming their deepest sorrow into lasting comfort and peace.