With a heavy heart I started to walk a different journey
The journey was clouded by the death of my husband
The path was covered with fog
Walking the path was the only way to go
Grief and pain hindered every step
I had to find my inner strength to move
A malaise surrounded me
Doubting myself and feeling alone
Asking myself why, what could I have done differently?
Had I failed you in any way
As I walked the fog began to lift and sunshine appeared
There were people all around with arms outstretched
They had been there all the time
My own thoughts had blocked them out
I sat a while with renewed courage
It was time to move foreword
Finding a new purpose among lasting and loving memories
I realised now there were no short cuts on this journey
Grief is very individualistic, healing in your own time and space
