At the Worst Times

The Worst Times

My grief wakes with the moonlight

I stare into the dark waiting for the pain to pass

But when you touch my heart, I can’t breathe

Am I doing enough to honor you?

Jealousy rears its ugly head when I think of happy siblings together

Rage when I realize siblings take each other for granted

A great day becomes just another day without you there in the space of a breath

Must grief be so inconvenient?

I can’t function afterward

I’m not my best self when I realize you aren’t there for me

Then I forget and it starts over

I am better when I have faith that you watch over me