I don’t know how to do this
I said not whining,
tears running down both cheeks.
I don’t think I can grieve
and process loss of this
multiplicative magnitude.
One added to another,
and to many others,
with another looming.
How can I bear to watch
to witness, to be present,
to allow feelings,
not to numb into oblivion
by any possible means?
I am me, and who I am is
strong from years of training,
and somehow grace is found,
and somehow we will make the most
of the time we have.
Heal from, learn from…even this.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2013
From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine