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