Get up, dust off & press on

   Tiny splashes of water lock between
my lashes as I close my eyes to remember
the night you said goodbye. Our
last conversation. The hopes to give
one final hug.

   Oh I see a face waving over and over
my memory.

   My dream ends. Tears leave puddles
on my pillow. I curl into a ball. Not
wanting to move, to show anyone the
hurt that wrecked, rattles down inside.

  Oh I unravel to push forward. Do I
allow any to see that hurt, my tears,
the aches? No.

  Glaring out, I inhale the cool
breeze shocking my lungs, mind to
the alert stage.

   A smile graces my heavy sorrow.
My spirit shines through the covered
exits. A deep exhale dawns a group
of sighs.

  Get up! Dust off! Press on,
Jehovah pulls me.

   Open my eyes, one new day
to know, to learn of the Truth in
Jehovah's promises.

    All is needed is the love.