The Aftermath

August 4th marks the 1-year anniversary of my brother's death. This is where my heart is at the moment:

The Aftermath
©8-2-13 Hannah McLean

There are days
my feet won’t stand
when waves knock me down
while I am on land
I wipe the water from my eyes
I sadly scoff at my surprise
because
No matter where I look
it’s the same on every path
Before and behind and above and below
I see the aftermath

Memories
alive in my head
retelling those moments
reliving my dread
I close my eyes, I stop my ears
but there are things I’ll always hear
because
No matter where I look
it’s the same on every path
Before and behind and above and below
I see the aftermath

Yes, death takes its toll
on the heart and the soul
for the fury of grief
shows no partiality
Yes, death takes its toll
on the heart and the soul
Death takes its toll
on the heart and the soul
Death takes its toll
on the heart and the soul
because  
No matter where I look
it’s the same on every path
Before and behind and above and below
I see the aftermath