What Would You Do?

[Bonnie]

What would you do when the one who is supposed to love you fades away when you need companionship, kind words, a strong heart?

When you look at that person with longing and loving eyes, when you reach out, grasping at air whirling around you like a storm.

What would you do when you search for comfort but find yourself in desperate stillness when you thought - NO - you KNEW this connection, this togetherness would be your endless spirit, soul?

Could you look that person in the eye, summon the strength to say, "You fool", and walk away?

Could you remember the one who held you so tightly, proclaimed, "I'll always love you", knowing that was a lie, and move through a life?

What would you do when breath has been sucked out of your body and you want to scream at any movement?

[Jeanette Cheezum]

You cry, get mad, then go on, because you are worth it.

[Kristine_ES]

i would feel the wounds. pick at the shards. lament for a long time.  and eventually remember that nobody but nobody can make my feet slide forward but me. (and you.) 

[Joe Gensle]

I'd crawl and bleed through grief's shards of glass, arriving across its finish line only to learn that healing is slower and longer and almost insufferable, and then find strength--in friends, in scripture, in postitive activity--to go on, with the scars of the memories sealed next to the lessons learned.

[Bev Goodman]

This piece gives me much food for though. It's beautifully written. What would I do? I don't know . . .