I need to still be strong
The darkness comes
When least expected now
Much harder to ignore.
Early in my grieving
I wore my numbness
As my armor, a shield
Against the pain.
With more awareness
Now than numbness
My shield is slowly lowering
Too heavy to keep high.
So pain comes now
As arrows from a bow
Some miss, some hit their mark
I am wounded and I cry.
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