You Adapt
Grief doesn't know how to tell time;
and sometimes, the gaping hole
that Death left in your heart,
refuses to heal.
And your pain remains
as fresh as it ever was;
an unbearable ache,
that never dulls.
But you adapt;
living the life
your friends urge you to;
grieving a memory,
while suppressing unfathomable pain.
Your stubborn side
convinces your emotional side;
that your pain
will never go away.
And you feel broken
beyond repair;
wounded to your core.
Nothing else really matters much;
anymore.
Grief fuels the pain
that burns within your heart;
and those flames are eternal.
And will burn until the two halves
of your severed soul reunite;
and once again, you are made whole.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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