Loss

The time during the loss is a time you don’t try to remember.

You don’t try to remember the feeling of your heart getting ripped out of your chest.

The tears that gushed out of your eyes as you prayed to your Lord for ease.

The despair that fell so deep into your gut, you didn’t know where it’s end was.

The hours you spent alone asking how things could change so much, so quickly.

Eating was no longer necessary; sadness was your breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

You try not to remember the times before the loss, as the happiness of then is the sadness of now.

But anything can remind you of those times.

It can be a park bench, a sunset, a building, or a hot cup of tea.

But now, you pick up the pieces and you move forward.

You remember that you have your work to busy you.

You remember that you have friends to comfort you.

You remember that you have your Lord to guide you.

And with that, you can heal.

– The Broken Optimist

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