A Shot at 4am: Forever in the wind

  

Forever in the wind

I woke up this morning it’s 3 o’clock. It hit me hard like a shock

Two years gone. It happened then. My husband lost his will to live 

Memories flood in the bad, worse and horrific. So many times I’d think I can’t endure it

But we do. I did   Life goes on. As it always does. It doesn’t stop for anyone. 

You pick up the pieces of your life and broken heart. You figure out how to restart 

Not much choice, except lay down and die. Then where does that leave those who survived?

Picking up the pieces. Moving on. Sounds so easy but it feels sometimes wrong. 

But life’s for the living of this I am sure. I want to live,  not just endure.  

Don’t you?

M. S. 10/30/23