I know we all understand pain,
on each level of our lives,
outcomes that behave
in a manner of retrospect.
Tonight, there is a horrific sadness
when reflection decides upon
a reality we wish to comprehend.
Confusion speaks out loud,
long after acceptance.
A shadow of our lives will always
waiting with open arms to envelop
our pride, when standing at the gauntlet,
we acknowledge our vulnerability.
I want to be strong, I want to remember,
I want to remain open, I want to surrender.
I wish to breathe again.
Please, forgive me as I stand here in pain.
Though it is real, one can never imagine the same.