A time lost

I wrote this last year after my sister went to college. I was devastated. I was so lost, I didn't know how to react. So I wrote, and wrote. It helped. It wasn't easy. But my pencil and paper helped, when cheerful friends couldn't help me or family hugs felt cold.

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1. A time lost

 

When does the stillness go away?

When does “normal” happen?

 

Does the breathing ever get better?

Do the tears in your heart ever stop?

 

When does the search end?

When does balance appear?

 

Does the voice of fear leave?

Do the slices of worry heal?

 

When does the chills circling my body escape?

When does my vision clear?

 

Does the laughter ever welcome me?

Do the tissues stop brushing?

 

When does the invisibility vanish?

When does goodbye become hello.

 

 

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