The reality, sinks in
languidly, achingly
You feel stuck in quicksand
Slowly, inevitability
you are swallowed up
by pain, sorrow
loneliness
Everything, everyone seems different
When people speak to you,
you struggle to comprehend.
Your mind, your heart
struggle to absorb the trauma
that struck you without warning
It damages you physically,
Personally, unapologetically
You try, but can’t
escape the nightmare
that’s taken over
your life
When loneliness sets in,
you aren’t able to reach out
You can’t meet the looks
of pity that follow you,
words, meant as whispers,
singe your ears
On rare occasions
when you feel comforted,
you find it’s never enough
How, you wonder,
will I ever survive this?
There is no set time
No magical cure
Loss is as hollow
as it sounds
More hurtful than one
might imagine,
a defect of this world,
an imposition on our happiness.
A jolt to our humanity,
it wills us to make uncomfortable,
unfamiliar changes
It forces us to face
what we’d rather
not face
Unfortunately without loss,
we’d never discern how much
we’ve gained
Nor appreciate how much
we have to lose
Perhaps, it’s the only way
we, as imperfect mortals
can fulfill our amazing, natural
spiritual being
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