The Burden of Blessed Life

Crying
Screaming at the sunlight dancing across the sky
Detesting its carefree movement
Despising, yet savoring each cloud-covered gray raindrop
blanketing yourself in their weight
Shuttering at each and every touch
Too much warm rosé
or moscato, or chardonnay, or merlot
Not enough food
The thought of it nauseating
The inability to sweep the floor
The exhaustion of it
Wailing
Anger at a passing jogger
The sound of glass shattering
A breath held too long
Sleep that won’t come
Looks of pity
The sighs that accompany their wordless gaze
The television in the background
Your relentless thoughts drowning it out
Your heartbeat; palpable
Sobbing
Endless wandering
Purposeless wandering
Shopping, shopping, shopping
Whispers
Decaying flowers
Casseroles
Sympathy cards
Watching the clock
the seconds ticking by
taunting
too fast
too slow
Choking on air
Wondering
Waiting
Listening
Living

Read more on the Three Short Years blog