With Time

With time

you will learn to shoulder dense burdens

so incredibly heavy they once made your heart strain

and your lips mutter groans of agony

that the universe didn't seem to hear.

With time

what seemed unbearable will become mundane,

and the narrow tunnels for vision

will swell to allow tthe rest of the world

to come into focus at last,

although you will never see things the same.

With time even your nightmares will fade,

yielding the power they once had to

twist you into a sweaty knot in bed

and jolt you from sleep, wrapped up in damp sheets.

With time you will appreciate the sweet, buzzing numbnes--

the anesthesia you will fight with all your might at first

but learn to succomb to in order to feel less

and attempt to endure more

And you will endure more.

With time

you will learn there is no other option.

With time

you will simply learn to prevail.

Author unknown but suspected to be fellow blogger Nancy. I hope she will not mind me borrowing. This poem appeared on her blog some time ago and I printed it out and hung it on my refrigerator. Since that time, I think either I, or someone in my family, have read it every single day. Every. Single. Day.