To Those Grieving - You Are Not Alone

Dear BrokenHearted One,

Would you believe if I told you that thinking about your situation breaks my heart into small pieces?

Not because I understand how deeply you have been hurt or because I can relate to your level of grief but because I do not know what to say or do to bring you out of your misery.

I see the distant look in your eyes and I am scared you may never be present with us again no matter how near you are.

I also suspect there are times you close your eyes and open them again wishing your situation is a nightmare. You know I do this too with the hope that we can joke about it all in one of the social media chatrooms.

I ask after your welfare because I really do care and I know that the ‘I am fine’ reply is the wall you have built to shut out all the long sermons.

I am here with all these questions on whys and what-ifs but all I can hear is my own voice. I feel so defeated because I really do wish there was a balm that can be prescribed and applied to your torn heart.

My dear, I have typed so many times hoping to send you one of those long messages that all of those that care about you do send but I am sure you hardly read them anymore. So, I wouldn’t be sending this one to you.

New Year, Same Old You - That Rubbish Has to End

I love this time of the year especially that period from Christmas to the New Year. The wind blows differently and half the time, I cannot tell the days apart. It is always so joyful and warm.

The fireworks and loud banging sounds ushered in the new year. I was in a solemn mood, I had been praying and reflecting a lot in the last days because a lot happened in the year that passed that made me one of the lots that just wanted to jump right off November into January.

My wish was granted actually because December passed away in a blinding flash and here we are already on the second day of a year we just ushered in.

The new year seems to many like a new page or a new slate. To be honest, I am tempted to think it is but here is the thing. Clean slates and pages are good but they only exist in our minds.