Time

The days become more
The crying becomes less
It’s against my will
But I must confess

I fight for my pain
Yet it hurts me so
Not fully crying for my child
Is my lowest low

My head smarts
My face aches
My heart, already shattered
Continues to break

I can’t see through the hurt
Visions, thoughts, so foggy
My cyclical awakening
Forever opaque and groggy

Hour after hour, nothing new
My whole life- a groundhog day
Acceptance, spiritual transcendence
Have yet to come my way

Can I, will I, someday
Be able to accept this fate
Or will my distress, my emotions
Just simply abate?