Where You Stand

You stand in a crowded room.

You stand alone.

Surrounded but utterly alone.

In a moment.

 Unsure.  Abandoned.  Numb.


You stand in a place.

In a moment.

Stopped by overwhelming grief.  Pain that you can’t describe.

Where I am-you wonder.


You stand somewhere-looking.

Wondering why.  How does life exist without me there.

You look.  And look.  Wanting desperately to find me.


You stand somewhere-and remember.

You laugh at a memory- and you stop-laughing.  How can there be joy?

Your head drops at new and fresh pain.


You stand another day.  A fresh day.

A smile feels good.  The sun is brighter than your darkness.

You stop looking for me.

Because you know I’m there.


And you realize.

You will be okay.


I have stood where you stand now.

These things are true.


I love you.


I wrote this for a very specific reason and for very specific people.  I wrote it on reflection of ‘grief’.   And though grief is so very difficult, I would not want the grief I have experienced to be taken away, nor would I want to be told it was time to move on.   Grief is so very personal.  Between me and my loss.  And it can’t be defined by anyone.  And my grief is part of my love for what was lost.    And we grieve so many different things.