God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
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I pray you never comprehend this pain.
It would mean you had suffered a great loss.
A loss so overwhelming it encompasses everything in its way.
As if a black hole in space reached down sucked out your soul and covered you with frost.
Grief? Yes there is grief and so much more.
There is doubt, fear, loneliness, the loss of empathy caused by the hardening of your heart and never ever knowing why.
Then there is everyone telling you that God is infinite in his wisdom…what a bore.
Death is all knowing. We will all one day die.
When you reach for someone…cry out for some kind of help…you’re self- absorbed…depressing…a drag.
Love and friendship are burdened entwined in the juggle.
Would I be such an imposition if I were in a bag?
Perhaps I should just give up…say I’m through now…I’m done with the struggle.
I pray you never comprehend this pain.
It would mean you had suffered a great loss.
A loss so overwhelming it encompasses everything in its way.
As if a black hole in space reached down sucked out your soul and covered you with frost.
Grief? Yes there is grief and so much more.
There is doubt, fear, loneliness, the loss of empathy caused by the hardening of your heart and never ever knowing why.
Then there is everyone telling you that God is infinite in his wisdom…what a bore.
Death is all knowing. We will all one day die.
When you reach for someone…cry out for some kind of help…you’re self- absorbed…depressing…a drag.
Love and friendship are burdened entwined in the juggle.
Would I be such an imposition if I were in a bag?
Perhaps I should just give up…say I’m through now…I’m done with the struggle.
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