She asked the wind to make its meaning plain;
It answered her, but without using words.
She looked around to understand her pain;
The wind was joined by water, and by birds,
And all the sound held meaning, but no sense:
The world seemed bright, but her darkness, immense,
And what she carried heavier than lead,
And meaningless all that she’d just heard said.
For grief’s a wall, and pain a hard locked door,
A filter blocking out all sight and sound,
A loneliness with others still around,
From lack of those who aren’t there anymore.
But suddenly, a voice within her head:
“I made you smile once. Do that instead.”