alone in a full room

walls far from each other
the room filled with
people...
visiting,
laughing together,
catching up on each other's weeks...

she sat alone
a room filled and noisy
yet unaware of her
and the days, week, and months
of sorrow...change

the need to talk
was not hers...
hers was a time
to be silent

a heart broken
a life aware of the
fleeting moments
this life offers...
precious life
so quickly ended...
memories...
blessings

the songs sung
were devoid of comfort
and just represented reminders
of what was no longer

tears leaked...
shoulders shaking...
pushing back the
overwhelming

shadows of truth
speaking of
fulfillment through
things,
substance,
of no worth

she does not believe the lie...
at least she doesn't
want to...
the lie
that what is seen
is it...
that what is seen
determines worth

instead, she sits
clinging to
leaning on
what will last
believing
sight-unseen
of promises given
long ago

steady
slowly
healing to come
tears
open hands
trusting

someday
the unseen
will be seen
the seen
will fall aside

waiting