The Impact is Not Small

by WritingtheStars   Aug 7, 2014


The cry is not pretty
and fragile.
It's loud and messy
and heartrending.

The denial is not
simple disbelief.
It's screaming
on the top of your lungs-

or muttering NO
a million times under your breath,
like a madman
and throwing everything
within reach.

The passing is never peaceful.
It's kicking and
screaming and staying strong.
It's living and fighting
until you can't anymore.

There's no quiet mourning.
It's sobbing and denying
and fighting and confusion.

It's punching a wall
and not feeling any pain
because it's all in your heart.

It's wanting a hug
from the only one who
cannot hug back anymore.

Don't say it was her time,
it's never anyone's time.

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