Written for Sherri Gibson's Coloring The World Contest using her weekly prompt. |
ONLY THE BROKEN-HEARTED It is the loss that takes the breath out of you, drops you to your knees and leaves you empty of any emotion - it hurts too much to cry. You have become one of the broken-hearted, and only the broken-hearted knows the pain. Your world darkens, there are no songs to be sung that would not bring back the memories of him. A nameless dread fills your soul, you weep in vain; for loss, no matter what it is, cuts like a knife and leaves you bleeding inside, forever more. It is too soon to think of survival, you are alone in your grief, for no one can imagine how you feel or tell you how you can ever go on living; a lie is born when you try to lift your head and smile. You are with the pain, it fills every waking moment. Time alone will heal you, regardless of how deep tha pain is at the moment, there will be a day when you come to acceptance of the loss and somehow, you will find a way to go on. I know - as only the broken-hearted can know. The loss is something you never forget, but the pain lessens over time, they live in memory and in your heart as long as you live. There comes a brighter day. You are strong, you will survive. Countrymom 3/19/09 |