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Acceptance of a New Reality
Months of mourning,
My mind afloat,
I’d been questioning this new reality,
Lost memories emerge daily,
Wishes of time travel in an attempt to prolong the inevitable,
Though, realistically, I accept that nothing could’ve saved us from this fate,
If I’d ever felt depression in my life, it was then,
a strange moment that I’d have to process alone,
Though I was far from alone…
In auto pilot, I maintained the smile and laughter as it is who I am,
You’d rarely ever see my sadness on the surface,
My heart broken,
My head cloudy,
Thinking of the purpose of all this,
Slipping in and out of existence.
The days felt longer, but also shorter..
The cold winter winds stung a lot more with the hits I’d taken,
And though it pained me to think of the times that we’d shared,
that we’d no longer get to experience them,
I’d recall what I’d normally preach,
That life is a game, and you will suffer losses,
It’s all in how you adapt in the end,
The moment I’d remembered myself, I knew I’d won the battle,
and began working on getting back to who I was before the storms,
“I cannot be broken”
