I wrote this poem over the summer.
I’m convinced I never truly knew heartbreak until this year.
Of course, I’ve been hurt in the past..
Of course I’ve felt deep, incapaciting, mind numbing sorrow..
But something about this was different.
It felt like grief.
Though I didn’t know that’s what it was at the time.
It wasn’t until I lost two people very close to me that I was able to fully process what I’d felt.
Everything of importance loses it’s meaning.
Life loses its color.
It rewires you.
But the sun always rises..
Life continues with it’s never ending drip.
And we grow.