A Day Without the Life

Sorrow and Grief never take a vacation.  

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In the early morning, Sorrow herself sits by a window and gazes out, but does not see the flowers nor the grass.  She looks beyond, where the mist is still lingering near the woods.  Sorrow weeps.

Her companion Grief lays on the bed, stricken with thoughts of the past.  His eyes are open, but do not see what is happening today.  Grief barely moves. 

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Sorrow gets through the day in mechanical motion.  She eats, but has no taste.  She dresses herself, but does not brush her hair.  She may answer the phone, but doesn’t want to talk.  Sorrow feels exhausted.

Grief has more difficulty just starting the day.  He slowly rises from bed.  He slumps into a chair.  No bath.  No change of clothes.  Not today.  Not yet.  Grief feels paralyzed.

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Evening brings more memories.  Each shadow starts to cover over the life of a loved one - as if a sheet is pulled over their face.  As if dirt is shoveled over their grave.  They will not return.


Sorrow remembers moments of love, fun, as well as the bittersweet events.  Sometimes she smiles, but mostly she weeps.

Grief replays the tragedy of lost life.  He finds it hard to accept permanent change, and thus cannot move towards tomorrow.  He lays down for a long painful night.

Sorrow and Grief.  They are a part of everyone at some point in life.  They never take a vacation.  They stay inside you, deep within.  There is a way however to move on with life.

Sorrow and Grief need to find Hope. 

πŸ“· by Kranich17 on pixabay

Theresa M


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