Others are wrenched away with the tearing and agony of losing a limb
and they haunt you the same
you go to use that arm only to remember it's gone
even though you feel the ache of use
the flex in the bend of your elbow
you soldier through the ghost pains
file away regrets and hurt
move forward in life, adapting to the loss
the absence of it turns to acceptance
till a reminder of what used to be comes into your life
a messenger of past days, shared laughter and commiserated tears
and you find yourself again reaching with an arm that's no longer
Dreaming dreams of when you used to be whole
when life was innocent and sweet
and hurts were healed just by sharing
why's, when's, how's, no longer matter
only that ghost pain
that reminder that you are not whole
Wow! You posted.
I'm glad you posted, I've been lurking wondering if you stopped. Go read on this post.
You posted! I miss you. Hope all is well.
I'm a recovering single mother trying desperately to see humor in my day to day toil while simultaneously avoiding reality as much as humanly possible.