She didn’t cry all the time
She ate, didn’t starve herself and lose uncalculated weight
She didn’t sleep all day or cover her head and stay in bed
She perfected the art of being “fine”
When looked upon by others
She laughed when it was appropriate and even smiled
though at times
It didn’t reach her eyes
She slept when she wasn’t tossing and turning
Yearning to be settled
Her mind raced even when she seemed at rest
Her heart knew the truth she wasn’t at her best
Her concentration was slacking
And she became misty-eyed and sentimental over the smallest of things
She worked and she prayed
And it seemed at times night morphed straight into a day
It stunted her vision and clouded her words
Made it hard for her creative mind to be heard
Yet she kept pushing day by day
To keep the heaviness of loss and grief at bay
Because she had faith to know she would one day truly be ok
So she gave herself time and permission to grieve and room to breathe
Knowing she had to work it all out in her own way
She understood implicitly sad times wouldn’t last always
And with the dawning of the Sun, there would soon be brighter days.
~Micaiah
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