These past 6 months
Have taken more from me
Than I could ever describe.
They have thrown me to the dirt,
Picked me back up,
And pushed me down again.
They have bruised my skin,
Jumbled the line between fact and fiction
In my head,
And made my heart yearn
To where I have once been.
After 6 months, I’d like to say
I’ve found meaning in random accidents,
That I’ve learned to forgive my own misjudgments,
And to trust in some unwinding plan.
But I’m just not there yet.
I can’t yet think of these losses
Without longing for my past.
I can’t remember how good we once had it
Without sliding into a gray haze.
I can’t honestly say I’ve yet made peace
With the turbulence of how time passes.
But I do still wrap myself in gratefulness
For the start of each new day.
And maybe in its own way,
That will be enough to save me,
To push me toward another day.
–Written by Sandy Heights