In the quiet times I hear you.
I feel you comforting my broken heart.
When I am quiet…still…. you speak.
In the quiet times I feel deep.
My pain is deep. Sometimes too deep.
In the quiet times you remind me you are all ok. I know.
In the car, I hear you. I know you are there.
As the tears pour down my face, sometimes burning with heat, I hear you say “It’s ok, let it out.”
Then I am quiet.
In the quiet times my mind replays the trauma.
I tap my forehead to try and forget those calls. So many calls. So much loss.
In the quiet times I sometimes sit in it. I let the grief wash over me. Sometimes I run away.
I know both are ok.
In the quiet times I laugh. The funny memories that will live on and the next minute I cry.
Grief is a rollercoaster in the midst of a tornado. It throws you around as you dodge the debris.Then just like that, it is calm.
In the quiet times I smile, I cry, I weep, I laugh, I break, I rise, I breathe.
