Broken

Morning is hushed light and held breath. The storm outside dissapates in quiet skies. There is silence, but no solace. In this moment I am simply unable to articulate the onslaught of deep emotion and even less equipped to deal with it with the grace I so desire to display. But in this moment - I refrain. I choose to love and attempt to honor my mother who passed away Thursday evening. Her fight, mercifully is over. Mine isn't. And in this moment - I am broken.