Sometimes i find myself smiling. And I stop and think what am I doing? How can I be happy at a time like this? But the small pleasure, the small moments of happiness are what get me through.
The dark, looming cloud of sorrow is suffocating. We all need a little sunshine to cut through sometimes. One day you wake up and find that you don't miss him as much as you once did, and that is another kind of grief in and of itself.
So again you find yourself crying until you fall asleep. Because losing him was one thing, but letting go of the grief is like watching him die all over again. Another stab wound to the heart, yet another one of countless scars. But you know that it has to be done, and one day you'll understand and move on.
For now it still hurts but someday soon you'll find that life has begun to mean something again and you'll be able to go back and live it. Not the same way you once did, not as the same person you used to be, but close enough. Close enough to surivive it and whatever else it throws your way.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
