I hadn’t written about the sensation of loss for quite some time as it does not dominate my experience. Yet I have experienced a lot of loss and sometimes the subtlest most unexpected of occurrences can literally touch the wound and open up the floodgates of emotion. Loss is a part of life and it is healthy and healing to express it when it comes up if that’s what is needed. We don’t have to wallow in it, just acknowledge that it’s present and in doing so, it usually begins to shift and we begin to find our joy again. In our own time. And in our own way.
Inside of me there lives a wound
inflicted by the left-too-soon
An aching pain that gasps and pines
Where loss is the main storyline
Most days although I know it’s there
It does not show up raw and bare
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