A Sunday Short: ?

the questions of things

the questions of things

on the greyest days
when even the nights themselves are darker,
and there are clouds,
why are we told to see
the silver lining in things?
to keep our chins up?
to get with friends who will take our minds away?
to count our blessings and
to hang in there cuz things will get better?
(i know they will, but still…)

maybe we don’t want all that.
maybe we don’t need all that.
maybe we’re meant at times to stay in grey,
to live the dark,
and to feel everything
with our chins kept low. 

why can’t we be allowed to simply feel the comfort
of muted colors?
and the closeness of the dark?
to listen to the silence of the night?
and to stay alone to feel the fullness of the pain
only we can feel anyway?

what if we really do grieve in similar ways?

life always suggests the presence of death;
until it happens. 
then it’s no longer suggestion. 
this, we all have in common.

love mandates that the sun will come again;
there are, after all, a thousand different shades of grey.

what if the silver lining
	is found 
		inside
      our broken hearts

		  ?

Photo by Angèle Kamp on Unsplash

~ k

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