WIDOW'S REALITYShe awakens each morning stillAsking herself if this has all been a dream or is this really real?Are you still really gone?She asks as her Widow's reality sets inThe truth of her life hits herHits her hard all over again
The life she once knew The family she once hadThe love and joy she once feltHer life as it once wasThat life no longer in reality exist But exist only in her dreams it does
She begins her daily task once again as she does each and everydayAlone in her reality she has hope for a life anewShe prays to God that maybe today will be that dayThe day her life's reality becomes a little more like the life she once knew
Each day runs into the nextThe same thing each morningAwakening to the realization of her own Widow's reality mourning
Her truth she lives But with hope that her truth will soon again be joyThe joy she knew beforeBefore her heart was torn into
She is strong but her heart is weakA heart that has been broken again and againBroken into a million pieces But still it seeks
Her heart is mending Mending with many scars but mending just the sameShe imagines it looks like a road mapA road map leading nowhere she exclaimsBut her faithful God stands with her every step of the wayTo help her again to rise above the pain
She prays each day "God, please help me on my wayGive me the strength I needto accept what is my reality and not a dream"But is still my Widow's reality on this day A new life she prays forA new love to live forOne filled with love, laughter, and joyAs her life use to be years ago once before Awakening each morning to her Widow's reality stillIs this really real?Then she realizes but once againShe has hope of a new lifeOne that will become her new realityAnd not just a dream A Poem ByLisa Beckermann
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