Good Friday

I hoped she would be brought from her coma. Extubated.
She wasn't.
I hoped she would rise from her bed. On Easter.
She didn’t.
Sunday would be poetic.
Sunday was banal.

Thousands of prayers by thousands of people.
Millions of words.
Still she died.
The mother of our children.
The partner in our life.

Of those that offer unanswered prayers, I think.
About those that live lives with laughter, I smile.
There is still good.
For empty, cold, sides of beds, I hold space.
With those that mourn, I mourn.

Lost

Plenty to do with nothing to start.

Nothing to finish.

Things to maintain with little to gain.

A future that’s orphaned, words left unheard.

Some feelings are alone now.

Shared paths are just mine now.

Those that relate know when to just walk.

Away or beside, either is fine, just don’t try to found me.

I was found but now I’ve lost.

Black or White

The black or white fallacy is an easy trap to fall into. Automatically believing that if "one thing" is true it means the perceived opposite "other thing" must be false can work out pretty well if there's only two mutually exclusive options. But only having two options is not usually a realistic representation of reality.

I made this chart to express how I try to visualize things.