In my grief…
I do not want to become someone I would not want to meet.
Though the shoes I wear now, are too big for my feet.
Trepidation ensues more often than not, as the girl in the mirror reflects the distraught.
The edge now seems nearer while calm lives at bay.
Rest for the soul is not mine…
At least not for today.
“To have a friend, you must be a friend,” a motto of mine.
Spoon fed to my children, yet I, myself, am behind.
The joy in the living right now is slightly snuffed out, as my daily commute passes right by his house.
A strange place indeed, I feel overwhelmed.
These shoes are too big.
More sleep do I need? It is only 3:30.
Though the A in the M, I admit, is a bit early.
So much I want, more capable cause.
But these shoes now too big, hinder my paws.
Thoughts are much scattered. Life’s chores piling high.
Move on now I must, though I don’t want to.
I don’t want to become someone I would not want to meet.
Yet in these shoes I wear now, I am quite incomplete.