Wounded

And there is no healing on the horizon
Normalcy is a state that can’t be found
Searching, seeking

Lost

And adrift with no peace within reach
Comfort is an emotion that is elusive
Wandering, wondering

Afraid

And alone with no anchor to hold fast
Strength comes in fleeting moments
Running, racing

Know

And accept wounds as painfully present
A new normal to be faithfully charted
Stopping, starting

Believe

And open fully to an unexplored space
Wrap warmly in a blanket of family
Embracing, entering

Hope

And trust that somewhere in the darkness
A lightness will come to a weary soul
Lifting, loving