I have wondered about this moment
This future
Since that day at the hospital.
I left the ICU
Shellshocked
A widow.
With four children at home,
A family that loved me
I had never felt so alone.
Years passed, and I watched my children
As they grew up and moved away.
I feared, not for them,
But for myself.
I knew that they were moving onward with their lives,
Finding love and families of their own.
But I had no one.
I felt ripped in half,
And I grieved for the part of me that would never return.
I lost the only man I have ever loved,
And I wanted no one.
No one could fill his void.
As the years passed,
I began to realize a truth
That took be by surprise.
I was surrounded by love.
My children may not be near,
But I know that they care,
And that is enough.
More,
I find that I have come to understand this truth--
I don't need bodies around me to be happy.
I am perfectly happy in and of myself.
In a way, being alone is what I was always meant to experience.
Not that I want to exclude others--
But honestly,
I have excluded myself for so long,
That it is only right that I get to know that person now.
I find that I like her.
She is interesting,
Observant,
She has a lot to say,
And she wants to see her dreams--
My dreams--
Come to life.
Maybe after this season of writing is over
I will feel the need to reach out to another
And to become part of a larger whole once again.
But for right now,
I am content.
My life is not lonely.
I have so much to do
That I don't know how I could cope with another person.
And for right now
That's okay.
As we walk down our road, from time to time we notice pebbles along our way. Sometimes they're nothing more than pretty little stones, but other times they are there to remind us of battles we have fought, demons we have conquered, or even times that we've lost and learned valuable lessons in the losing. We can choose to leave the pebbles where they are and forget, or we can pick up the pebbles and turn them into markers--reminders of our journey and the lessons learned.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
A Intro-Inspection
Labels:
alone,
death,
fear,
feelings,
introspection,
introvert,
moving on,
processing,
solitude,
widow
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