a blessing for when your world stops

blessed are you whose world stopped turning

in an instant

The diagnosis

The loss

The rejection

The suddenness of it all

Blessed are you who just need a damn second

Don’t they know?

Don’t they see?

Why does everything else keep

spinning, whirling, buzzing

when you can barely move at all?

Blessed are you who walk around with the news written across your forehead

“He left me”

“I miss my dog so much”

“I lost my house”

“She died a month ago today”

“My mom has cancer”

“I had a miscarriage”

You wish it was in permanent marker

Maybe then the world would be a little kinder

Would understand why you’re moving a little slower

Would accommodate how much effort it takes to take the weight off your chest and catch a deep breath these days

Blessed are you in all your grief

In all your tears

In all your screams

Every one of them is counted

Is seen

Is known

In all your anger and sadness and confusion

You are seen

You are known

You are beloved

You are blessed