Loss
If you’ve lost so much you’ll never be whole
If the hole’s too deep to ever be filled
If the memories break you down
If you find it hard to love
For fear of being destroyed again
If you find it hard to live
For guilt of being alive and anger at Providence
There are those out here thinking of you
There are those on the other side loving you
Someday, if you can, expose your black to their beams of light