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.

©️ CG Tenpenny, 2019.

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2 thoughts on “Things Turned Black

  1. Dear Tenpenny, 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.

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    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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