poetry

"Something's missing
I know it's gone,
I felt it go.
I didn't misplace it
Or neglect it,
It was taken;
Stolen.
What no one knew (Maybe not even me)
Is that it was connected,
A part,
Something I had let in
And it grew.
Cords, veins, bonds...
I don't know,
But when they took it
It hurt,
Hurt bad,
Down to the ribs that won't stop shaking in the cold.
I can't be sure,
But when it happened
I think it may have torn off a piece of me.
My heart, my mind, my dreams,
I'm not sure,
But it's gone.
How do people do this?
How do they adjust?
How do you simply push it aside?
And keep going?
God give me the strength,
I can't see it,
So take care of it for me."
- Author Unknown.

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