Grieving.
A deep sharp sob with every breath.
Lost.
Alone.
Longing for the arms that offer comfort...
The arms that hold me still within the storm of my emotion.
But they too are gone....
As I ran from my grief, I ran from you too.
I pushed, pushed, pushed the arms of solace, love, comfort, hope far far away.
And everything came tumbling down.
Once they longed to hold me thru my loss
But I ignored it & in doing so ignored the arms.
Cut off from all emotion - a deep empty void, a bottomless pit of darkness & despair. I dared not open my eyes.
I was alone.
Afraid of the dark.
But now I face my grief, I feel the pain.
And in so doing, I ache more than ever for your arms to hold me again.
Xxx
