Muted

As I get ready for work for the first time 
after an overwhelming loss,
I see the sun rising and the dark
shifting to let the day emerge

The beauty is muted for me,
I see it, but I don't FEEL it,
the day ahead of me looms like
a obstacle that I have to scale

I dread being asked "How are you"
because if I answered honestly,
I would say "I'm functioning" or 
"I'm AWFUL, how about you?"

However, I have fierce friends that
love and pray for me no matter what,
so if I fall on my face and don't make
it through the day, they won't care

But I love my job and respect the 
people I work with, so I will put
one foot in front of the other and
do my best to survive this muted day

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