Things Turned Black

I realized
that I lost an
entire decade
to grief.

I was only 29
when things
turned black,
two years past,
I reached a point
where there was no
turning back.

I lost my 30s.

I’m soon to be 45…

I am alive.

I am trying to
regain some of those
lost steps,
missed shots,
and never-again chances.

From the inside,
to the outside,
my lantern
glows again.

Warm light shines
on the old cracks,
a loving, gold light
to fill them fast.

Call me Kintsugi,


my beauty is back.

©️ Obol, 2019.

2 thoughts on “Things Turned Black

  1. Dear Obol, this hurts to read. I know because I live with grief every day myself. So, in my own way, I understand. But, when you learn to embrace your grief and make it a part of you (though not your ultimate DEFINITION) then that is when the light breaks through the darkness. Much love and hugs to you.

    1. Thank you, Tara. Eventually, Grief will stop bending the unbreakable and move on to less frustrating pursuits. If we’re grieving, we’re surviving, and survivors will one day be well, too.

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