relentless

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance Pick 1 Pick 2 Pick 5 Start in the beginning, the end or the middle. Circle back. Circle back again. Grief never ends. It never even begins somehow. Somewhere, our soul just cracks apart and then eventually you feel the groan, you feel the empty ache, the split widening. It never really fills, and somedays seem smaller. But in reality, the crack never heals, those steps are never finished. And you can wallow in each, choose to live phasing in and out. You can choose simply to live inside them. Eng

I feel like this place isn't real. I feel like this phase can't be real. But every time I cross that threshold, every time I smell that air. I shake, I fear, I crumble into something so unreal. I feel this pain, this hurt and betrayal. I feel this numbness, this crackling numbness. Like for all my fear, this cannot be real. I cannot walk into this very room, this room of sanctity, of hope, of joy. And feel something so real. Feel the moments of a story I begged day after day to not be real. The memories that flood, the frailness of my sanity. The pain endur