Poem: It Doesn’t Make Sense

Victhur Ihuka December 14, 2015

Trayvon Martin

Sybrina Fulton holds a photograph of her murdered son Trayvon Martin.


The reality of death is one we have unconsciously come to live with. 
We see a lot of it in the news.
It happens when a random guy provokes Jason Statham in  movies.

But, sometimes, death doesn’t make sense. 

It doesn’t make sense that someone is cut short in the prime of his life, with plans and dreams unfulfilled. 
It doesn’t make sense that you talk to someone tonight and tomorrow you hear they died last night.
 It doesn’t make sense that someone drops you off and few hours later, you see “RIP” and the likes on their Facebook timeline.
It doesn’t make sense that someone is due to earn their first salary tomorrow and they die during the night.
 It doesn’t make sense that someone leaves behind a young husband and even younger kids.

Some death don’t make sense. 

Unfortunately, we don’t ever fully get over the loss of a loved one. 
‎It’s hard being the one left behind on this side of life. 

This, perhaps, is the dynamics of loss: you learn to live with it. You heal and rebuild yourself around the loss and you become whole again, but you’re never the same. ‎

Grief takes courage: It is a dark, scary tunnel. It is a passage, not a place to stay.
Grief is not a weakness, nor a lack of faith…it is the price of love.

Last Edited by:Abena Agyeman-Fisher Updated: March 25, 2016


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