How am I to cry if I am expected to see everything, all the time?
How am I to allow myself to fall, when I am expected to walk a hundred miles?
How can I express emotion, when I have to be strong for everyone else?
How can I accept, when I wasn't given a choice to begin with?
How can I be there, when my heart wants to be elsewhere?
How do I keep moving, when I am so weakened by loss?
How do I catch my breath when I keep getting hit as hard as I have been?
How does one live with such loss without the pain sinking deeper still? I seek GOD. And his forgiveness for saying it's not enough. The time. It wasn't enough. It never is. I am in awe of this grief. In complete awe.
And I see no relief in sight.
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