Poppy WInters

Anguish.
It was his birthday and the day I lost the man
I loved it more than anything.
Losing the only person who brightens your world
creates a cavity of disappearing, hatred, and self-doubt.
For some, they turn to God asking him for strength,
or cursing him and begging to understand why.
Me, I didn’t turn to God.
I turned to the men who pulled me into their
world of safety.
They are the angels in the dark.
My shadowed protectors.
Even so, I ask myself the same question
with every breath.
Who am I without Danny?