Goodbyes taste the worst
even worse than apple sauce.
Wanting to move on comes easy
but letting go does not.
The coming and the going
and then again coming back.
But at some point you must stop
and reevaluate the strength you thought you had.
Enduring self-induced pain doesn’t equal strength.
Strength is knowing you can
and still choosing to restrain.
It is the coming and the going
and the never coming back
until time has healed the wounds
and mended all the hearts.
It is the breath in the midst of the sorrow
that calms the chaos
and moves you forward.
It is the silent prayer you can’t hear
but its presence is ever so near.