Stages

you tell yourself maybe it's good news you tell yourself it's not what you fear you tell yourself this just can't be happening you tell yourself oh God, -- it's here you tell yourself I just talked with him you tell yourself but, she loves me so you tell yourself you'd better not cry you tell yourself you can't let go you tell yourself it wasn't accidental you tell yourself it wasn't suicide you tell yourself this is so detrimental you tell yourself that you can't bear goodbye tears and tears of the soul's well existence ![rips & saline] you're numb and cold and wilted with shock with truth comes grieving without resistance seconds become minutes as turning hands clock trite homilies on God's purpose and being wash through the days as waters from a tide others might see the hole in your wellbeing as you slowly accept, that part of you died enlightenment dawns as we see life without a lover, a child, a friend, an acquaintance the soul, fresh-watered, grows from this drought continuing forward from old life's resemblance © Goode Guy 2012-11-23