I find it troubling.
I want to curse!
As I read from an expert
That year two’s often worse
Than year one. How can this be?
The brain, as you see,
Carves networks and patterns
That aren’t easily
Changed. It’s deranged.
Plus it’s more than that.
While the world keeps on moving
Research keeps proving that
After the shock,
And taking stock,
Your old life collapsed.
Your identity has lapsed.
Days are more empty
As others assume
“You must be better now”
So, they leave you alone.
Saying, “Get on with your life,
Get up and get out!
You can’t sit around
With your sadness and pout.”
But grief’s not an illness
That heals in a week
Or a month. Or a year.
I know now, it’s clear
That this is a journey
Without destination.
Or timeline. Or “right way.”
I feel indignation
At those who believe
I am better each day.
I pray that they never
Know pain in this way.