“And the days go by, like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own, I begin again”
– Stevie Nicks
I lost myself to the grayness of days,
my light hidden inside the recesses of a broken heart.
The nights passed slowly, one to another
rare moments of peace were swallowed
by the endless hours in the half-light.
They say that “time heals,” yet it does not erase.
We somehow come to live with these changes
wondering if we can ever get back to that place
where the glass was half-full, where hope survives.
It was a cold winter’s day when the sun broke through
and I finally felt the heaviness slipping away.
Healing is a process, and each of us must discover
our own way out of the darkness,
how to stay afloat, how not surrender to the abyss–
until we finally become the hero of our story:
not unscathed by pain and loss, for
we carry the scars of every battle we have fought
and every person we have ever loved.
Yet, it’s not our losses that define us
but the ability to continue in spite of them.
For loss is the price we pay for love,
and ultimately, it is that love that carries us
to the place where we can mend
and come back to the light again.
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© Ginny Brannan 2024
Artwork Maritime Strand, Philip Juras
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