As I anguish here in Limbo,
Waiting for my heart and soul to heal,
I know that it takes time to grieve,
Before my new life can begin.
But Limbo is lonely.
Limbo is painful.
My husband and I were a family.
Our home was filled with love, life, laughter and joy.
Now I’m stuck here all alone.
Alone.
In the quiet.
Where my negative thoughts assail me.
In my grief and exhaustion,
I struggle with all my might,
To force positive thoughts,
And to drive out negative thoughts.
But I’m tired.
So tired and weary.
And I can’t fathom a future.
What’s the point?
We work and toil,
Work and toil our life away.
One minute we’re here,
The next minute we’re gone.
One breath,
Then no breath.
A heartbeat,
Then no heartbeat.
What were we working for?
What were we saving for?
What were we studying for?
What were we learning our jobs for?
What were we stressed for?
It all seems pointless…
But…
If I’m stuck here
On this plane of existence,
And you’re there,
When does my new life start here?
What does it look like?
Here’s what I know…
I can’t do stress anymore.
I can’t do drama.
I can’t do complicated.
But I CAN do simple.
I can do fun.
I can do peaceful.
I can do meaningful.
I can do easy.
I can do simple.
I can do calm and relaxing.
I can do quiet and serene.
I can do nature and fresh air.
I can do sunshine and gardening.
I can do healthy for mind, body and spirit.
And I can still breathe….
In and out….
In and out….
And I can do a little nurturing,
For myself and others.
And I can do a little helping,
Myself and others.