When the silence speaks volumes no one else can hear
What greiving widows experience but are often too polite to say
It's a mascarade
With a smile on my face, I tried to be brave
Deep within my soul, I wanted to cave
Everyone kept telling me I was so strong
I held back the tears that would prove they were wrong
I longed to tell people to "Shut the hell up!"
But did not allow my overwhelming emotions to erupt
Silently, I stood as they closed the casket top
I gave a salute, but internally was shouting " stop, please stop"
I walked to my seat as if all was well
No one knew I felt faint, and I almost fell
Putting on the happy face
My brain told me to break down, cry, and scream
Run out of the chapel as if in a bad dream
When the preacher said, "He's in a better place"
I nodded my head with dignity and a smile on my face
Yet my mind voiced profanities no one else would hear
I didn't want him gone "Damn it"! I needed him near
Reactions to unsolicited advice
I cringed but said nothing each time I was told
A familiar line that quickly grew old
"He's waiting for you, you will see him again
But the Bible says there is no marriage in heaven
Move on, date and marry again, many began to say
I grinned but internally screamed "Get the f*ck out of my way!"
Reality sets in
I could have spoken all that I had been feeling
But it would not have affected that with which I am dealing
I took vows that proclaimed "Till death us do part"
Yet I still loved and desired him inside my breaking heart
I have lost my spouse, my lover, and best friend
When his eyes closed in death it was the end
I took vows that proclaimed "Till death us do part"
Yet I still loved and desired him inside my breaking heart
Reality sucks
When songs about forever and eternal love now play
They greatly anger me and vex my soul today
Strong internal voices are pushing me to yell
"Love's not everlasting and widowhood is straight from hell"
Some people think I am no longer grieving
But outward looks can be so deceiving
A lady doesn't say this and Christians don't say that
So the pain will remain just where it's at
I've learned to develop the perfect denial and coping spiel
While the voices in my head scream "This shit is real!"
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.


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