When tragedy strikes, our world as we know it, ceases to exist.
Yet, tragedy isn't something you can close the door on to shut it out.
There's no way to clear it from our path through life.
We feel lost and alone in an ocean of our own tears.
There is no place to hide in the hope that it can be ignored.
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It becomes an unwanted plague of our existence.
Tragedy is not a tourist, it takes up residence as an unwanted house guest.
A living, breathing entity unto itself,
sucking the very air from our lungs.
We see it every time we glance into a mirror.
It's there odiously screaming back at us.
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It pummels our chests with every heartbeat, driving a nine-inch nail.
It is a leech that drains our life force, leaving but a trickle.
It becomes a boulder upon our shoulders.
And, we feel as if we carry the weight of the world.
It is a ball-and-chain that hinders our healing.
It muddles our minds and prevents...