The Stages Of It All

First comes the grief, that feeling that it's all so sudden
The unplanned harvest a new breed of self insincerity.
A swallowing of sorts, a thick bog downed feeling to your insides.

Next is the blame, it's all your fault and you are justifed
Almost vindicated that all of these happenings are appropriate
Why, who else and what else could be the cause?

Then hits the anger and rage, despair over even feeling this way
A broken ship, drowning relationship that gives you iron alloy fists
You could curse and fume all day and night, nothing will assuage you.

Wallowing is a following phase, to make this manic depression
Complete, composite, and irreversible.
You are that stinging swarmed hornets nest, the raging rapids
Only now, all of that makes you feel helpless and inadequate.

What could be next?

Acceptance, realizing that no matter what, it is what it is.
The right thing is never the easiest, life runs another lap around you
Helpless, insecure, hopeless, nothing will make it better.

Forget their name, forget their face, forget their mannerisms.
You have one of your own, but will it last? Could they give you
What you are missing?

Forgive this sting, and forget it.