Tell You
No one wants to tell you
it may always hurt,
your heart, pummeled by death
and swollen and bruised
by years of loss later
No one wants to tell you
that as you age
you will meet death suddenly
in hospital corridors
and on roadways
No one wants to tell you
that there will be other phone calls
that plunge your stomach down
and bend your knees
in disbelief
No one wants to tell you
that you’ve become part of a group
others don’t want to know,
those that have been seared
to the soul
No one wants to tell you
that time only blunts the pain
but does not remove it,
and that the missing doesn’t disappear,
only migrates
No one wants to tell you
that to be fully alive
you have to look death in the face
again and again, even your own,
until you no longer fear it
No one wants to tell you
that accepting
loss as a part of love
is what it truly means
to be human
10/6/19
Wow! Yes! And “seared to the soul”. Indeed, You are so on it!
Love, Andie