The tempest's rage has subsided some,
But scars remain, and pain has just begun.
I gaze upon the shattered glass,
Broken windows, doors that won't pass
Once, laughter danced like sunbeams bright,
Healing hugs erased each troubled night.
But now, like autumn leaves that fall,
Pain's dark shadows cover all.
How long will I dwell in this dark place,
Holding onto memories, a burdensome pace?
Why rush the healing, set a deadline too?
Pain lingered, uninvited, as long as it chose to.
I won't hurry my heart's repair,
For every shard, every splinter, I'll care.
My windows and doors will stay broken,
Glass scattered, until I'm ready to be unspoken.
I'll sleep, and skip the dawn's early light,
For now, I'll rest, and let healing take its night.
No deadlines, no schedules to abide,
My heart will mend when it's ready to thrive.