“i see them.
the ones trying to rush
you through your grief.
the ones on the sidelines cheering
faster, faster. you're almost there.
little do they know
there is no finish line.
little do they know the reason
they can't look you in the face
is because you remind them that
life isn't fair and death isn't either.
you are proof that a person can walk around with a gaping heart-sized hole in their chest.
your tears are evidence that nightmares are real
and sitting in that pain with you is too much.
they aren't cheering. they are begging.
faster, faster.”
―
Sara Rian,
Find Me There
