The Middle Ground

and platitudes

Tell me to be strong
To carry on
“Time will heal” me
Time has abandoned me.

The pain hides
Deep and quiet
Covered in flour (a bread quest this knowledge has become)…

Left behind on the apron
Disused. Discarded.

I feel such turmoil
Not just emotions
But my guts are roiling
And the fear
Is so, so strong
“I cannot lose you too,” I whisper

Life is not a fucking game
How can I see outside of me?

I try so hard
To look at every angle
What am I missing?

What is right in front of me?

Keep missing mine
My heart does
Crying – trying.

My hands are shaking.

I am done. 04/16/21

Published by Kate B

I am trying to integrate my loss with life...

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