How do I?
How do I keep living after my son died?
My heart is shattered, my brain is foggy,
my concentration is shot. I am not sure
what direction I am moving any more.
How do I keep breathing? There are times
I forget to take a breath, and I do not realize
I am even holding my breath. Breathe in
and Breathe out has become my mantra.
How do I even think about my future when
you no longer have one? Growing old with my love,
taking my career in a new direction, getting
a new educational certificate. What is the point?
How do I write? Every time I sit down to write,
my grief comes pouring out, even if I had pleasant
thoughts and another subject in mind. You are
forever on my mind and in my heart.
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