Nothing prepares you for this
The cold winter
Without love
Without gentle hands to hold
Fragile arms close
To a healing heart
Gentle hands have let go…
And the heart falls to pieces
Tragedy smothers the last light of summer…
The burden of knowing Is surprisingly weightless
Like a cloud
But the burden of living
Lonely
With a broken body
Ignorant to the existence of a soul
Is heavy,
As heavy as the Earth resting upon
Weak shoulders
And Atlas will never take the burden back