There is nothing unique to my sufferings.
Every family has lost someone.
Every person has suffered a broken heart.
Life is supposed to move on.
But it hasn’t for me.
The bitter winter slipped into Summer greenery.
Which changed into the copper and gold of Autumn.
Time has stretched and shrank.
It does not stay fixed when I most needed it too.
The world has changed.
And still I become less able to accept your death.
Less willing to believe you’re gone.
I navigated through all the appropriate emotions.
Yet grief still holds me firmly in its grasp.
I am unable to do anything about it.
Face to face with the most ruthless persistent villain of all
I now believe
It is possible
From a broken heart