This Morning, I Wonder

There is a singular, horrible darkness in the night, that each of us knows; uniquely, quietly. It is the emptiness of feeling alone; of knowing “alone.”

It found me last night, silently revealing to me the unimaginable helplessness that comes when we experience permanent loss. Every breath I took, felt as though it might, luckily, be my last. But it wasn’t.

Every sound I heard - the wind in the trees, the endless drops of rain knocking on my window sill, the pulse of my heart - was without poetry.

And this morning, I wonder what power forced me to stay alive when I was certain I couldn’t.

I think the answer might be; when we still have love to share we continue on.