Loss

Loss – whatever form it takes
Runs with cyclic momentum
Through a passage of time
From the crushing initial shock
Reality’s illusion
Through corridors of anger
Emotion’s vent
To the perplexing roller coaster
Surging up; collapsing down
Until acceptance swims
In the calm waters of serenity
With a readiness to live on
As broken hearts are patched
Scaffolded and built to pave
The new tomorrow
Which today we call hope

English: Light at the end of the tunnel Eastern end of Newchurch No2 Tunnel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)