Week of Apr 5, 2018

Not Looking Ahead Exactly

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

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