The fog is lifting...
Nerve endings are awakening; my heart beats pain!
Where do I run when I realize there's only half of me left?
I try to bury my face in soft tweed, still scented with Burberry cologne, but memories of a husband's comforting embrace and gentle words fade all too quickly. Reality stings once again.
There's only one cleft in which to hide, in the Rock who shelters me from a world in which I'm not ready to fly solo. His tender mercy holds longer than pain...longer than loneliness.