They wake me up at 4am
the doubts, the fears,
All past loss comes tumbling in,
all future loss leers at me
from the closet door.
Be afraid, they whisper.
Be very afraid.
All this is loss, worthless refuse to you…
But, they quote it wrong.
It is “Be NOT Afraid”
and “All BUT this is loss”
They don’t want me to hear that part.
They don’t want me to see the rays of dawn,
or the sparkle of hope on the horizon.
Yes, there has been and will always be loss and change,
but there will always be joy and awe,
like the stars, holding their own in the black void at 4am.