Along comes the storm
And we begin to mourn.
For those that have left
Leaving us feeling, oh so bereft.
And sometimes for those that remain,
Because we know that nothing can ever be
the same.

The cold winds blow,
And we know not which way to go.
Lost again,
Once more in the dense fog of pain.
Self protection,
Woven with emotional thread,
Worn and wrapped tight,
Like a thick blanket.
Life has made it tattered and torn,
For the silence of loss
Screams loud and cuts deep.
Old wounds reopen,
New ones are borne.




(C) Debbie Walker 2020