Stumble

On broken feet
We make our way
Forward
Slowly
Hurting.
Wounded
By friends:
Grief
At their loss.
Wounded
By family:
Grief
At their choices.

Yet though we limp
Onward
Through the pain
Aplenty
To be felt,
Still
Our eyes,
Their vision
Bathed
By tears,
Look up:
The stars remain.
We are blessed by their light.