Anew

Seems every now and then something new comes our way.

Be it a person, place or thing and in some cases it’s nothing more than sadness.

With excitement or dread we welcome it.

Not knowing how or why but we try and either run or hide as if nothing else seems right.

The pain from it the joy in it, hmmm seems so cliche yet nothing prepares you for this new pain.

Slip slowly onto nothingness as if falling into a deep welcoming embrace into darkness.

This new feeling of doubt and pain feels somehow right yet the cuts seem to ever so gently go deeper and deeper.

We’ve begun anew yet we’ve become nothing more.