EMOTIONS
By Grace Bizzarro
Before the sorrow comes the anger.
The raw red nerves, the urge to fight.
You rail against your God and wonder
if heaven exists.
You curse your plight.
You blame him for leaving.
For all the confusion.
You’re out of control now.S
A bird lost in flight.
In time the compassion of
mourners will comfort you
You pray in contrition.
and cry through the night.