this hardening
was not a part of the plan.
it came out of nowhere,
and knocked the wind out from my lungs.
it left me breathless,
dazed,
lost.
confused.
then the darkness took over,
and it changed me.
ripping apart the soft creature i used to be.
they don't warn us about the pain,
or the grief that lives with it.
but even worse, they do not teach us how to deal with it all.
how to cope,
grieve the grief,
forgive the hurt.
soften the parts
that we have lost
to the hardening.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
