When reality hits an already broken heart,
the only thoughts a person can have
are thoughts of how to make the pain stop because
a pain that intense is a pain
in which there is no defense
and when it hits,
your breath is stolen from you chest
and is replaced with heart wrenching emptiness,
as prepared as a person may think they are,
they are never ready for a hit that hard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel that pain. That moment when there should be someone near to say: Hold on!