Words matter. What we say, how we say it, and who we say it to matters, because those around us can be greatly impacted by the language we use and the words we choose to communicate with.
The first time I heard these words, "Are you safe?," it wasn't long after Tim died. I really didn't understand what that mean't. Was I safe with my husband,? my family? my friends?" Of course I was safe with them. Then one day, about a year after my son died, that phrase had meaning. It meant, was I safe with myself. Sad to say, the answer was no. I was not safe with myself.
When loss hits, life changes. This includes our relationships. So often, the people arond us don't understrand. We can feel rejected, invisible, and alone.
We pass these keys, to cease this journey
Our mind freezes, admiring the ceilings
Concealing these feelings of loss
Seemingly tossed inside a soulless world
Never taught how to sew the hurt
Yes, life is a tough tour
Although, we seek guides to countour
This maze which consumes the brain