I know I do not have the power to change it.
And I’m not certain that I would if I could.

But why did it have to happen all at once?
Couldn’t you have spared me a bit of time?

To catch my breath. To wipe the tears. To stop reeling before the next arrives.
Even rain clouds give way to the sun.

I’m only one person and I still have so far left to go.
Is it too much to ask for warmth and grace when I’m low?