Recovery

Relief will come in little steps each passing day a small step closer to the edge of life again... a little piece a little glimpse of who we used to be a holiday has come and gone and every song is new again without that part of "us" that used to be our normalcy Oh, grief! you are a thief you are a road that cuts right through the human heart and up and down, it takes us around sharp curves to some new place that we don't know, and have no wish to go... We try to pass the days so fast, without a backwards glance and hope we can ignore familiar things and some so new, and we can't change the road we take so strange in hue yet, once in awhile a stumbled fall a pause, a chance to turn around to turn a head one little glance and there you are you stop us dead, right in our tracks we cannot run, we cannot hide until we're done relief I feel, ...one little ounce just to know we made it through and even though we cannot choose until these moments pass ____________________________________________ For David Williams "Primary Emotions" contest