I will be my own compass

Jan 5

As we lose those we have loved, we have no choice but to look inward for strength.

The following poem was written by Alison MacAvery as a follow up to her six word story: “I will be my own compass.”

Sometimes Death is a firestorm of events.
White jackets, strange language, sirens and flashing lights.

Sometimes Death is like the steadiness of a quiet breeze.
It is expected but always unexpected.

It was my turn to sit in the chair.
That chair next to the casket.

I was a widow now and I had no plan.
There is never any plan.

The sobbing turned me inside out
Even the comfort of our home faded.

The changing of the seasons became my survivor’s route.
It bought me time to realize I was now in charge of myself.

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Stuff negative feelings, always be grateful