This was written in 2015 while I was going through my divorce…the shock of it still brand new. 

Each new day ushers in a new way to experience this heartache.

Each morning, despair crashes into the space where hope and sunlight used to greet me.

At night, the fear of my terrible new reality seep into my room to taunt me while I dream.

Wave after wave, grief overtakes me like a toy boat in a hurricane. I can’t sink and I can’t swim.

Bright colors have been replaced by a dull grey ache.

All the air is gone. Sunlight stolen. God. Why?

Will this tiny matchstick of hope left in my heart be enough to stoke a raging fire again?