Lost again

I feel her absence, as though a shadow had stopped dancing on the wall. It is a soft pain, not sharp or shocking, but rather poignant and peaceful. Why so often the best leave us to struggle through on our own, is an irony to me. Those that hold us together, suddenly gone. Their strength no longer there for us to fall back onto, and we fumble to stand and walk alone. Their whispers in our ears, encouraging yet remote. We are left behind for a reason…time. We need each hour to prove our worth. Certain souls come into our life to grow amongst us and we are allowed moments of peace and rest under the shade of their branches. Now we may be tempted to pray for darkness and the moon and stars, since we feel our shade from the burningly bright sun is gone, but that is not how these souls would want it to be. We don't need to sorrow, for they will emerge all around us, from all the things that our soul longs for, because they too, were part of our soul…So let us be courageous, when that painfully bright mourning sun rises, to emerge into the light and fight to walk on our own.