This week, I was met with some heartbreaking news. The first couple of days that passed since learning of it… I struggled with some things. After putting words to paper in poem, I cried. Then, I cried some more and told myself I was okay. That everything was going to be okay. Yet, when you see, hear, or know someone you love is terminally ill… are you ever okay?
The answer for this has not been easy, but in my heart.. I have come to realize that no… I am not, and perhaps it is within reason to believe that no one ever truly is when coming to terms with the concepts of time and mortality.
My mind has been a sea of questions and possibilities as of lately. My heart too, has been the heaviest with the weight of decisions and words that I dare not say, simply because…
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