Hold

In the still, dark of night I hold sadnessI hold the remains of a tomorrow that will never come,the fractured chrysalis of a possibility that will not develop the wings of realityI hold anxiety intimately and close like a loverBreathing in questions and exhaling the deep sighs of my disappointmentIs it worth it? *Sigh*Can I do this? *Sigh*Why is this the outcome?My mind tugs at itself and the Divine for answers I know won't come in this late hourI hold space for feelings to rise like floodwaters and overflowBreaching the levies of my eyelidsThese heavy breaths are the howling winds of my personal stormI will let it rage and will not speak peace to itI hold the shardsI hold the painI hold the tension of hope shot down and work to acknowledge what was, what is, and what may never beI will not rush pastI will not ignoreI will not denyI will simply hold my heartache and this loss tonight