Difficult To Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Love is very difficult to fathom because it can be so beautiful - so awe-inspiring, yet filled with such pain.
Being close to someone hurts while it is also enjoyable.
Death makes love hurt constantly until time eventually intervenes.
Love is not so enjoyable when death takes away the object of our love.
Heart's ache with the loss of loved ones, tears come unbidden, when brushed away, they somehow reappear.
So many times we lose sight of love after death - our sorrow is so total - so complete - we cannot find our way unless someone else cares enough to help us find our way back to reality.
Life must go on as much as we hate to see it happen.
There are no short cuts through the pain of loss, we must experience it fully in order to live our lives again.
Love in it's beauty is like a rose in bloom and also when it dies upon the stem.
Fragrance of love, as of the rose, disappears with death, leaving behind crumbled brown petals upon the ground.
Death leaves memories behind that we sometimes wish would crumble and die, but will not.
Memories of being unkind, unloving, disrespectful of someone we loved.
These memories crush our hearts over and over as we first live in the past of our dearest love.
Death separates us somehow from people, causing us to reflect on our relationships with them.
Reflection can be helpful to us if we apply it to people still in our lives.
We learn a little each time we face death, that people need to be touched by another's love.
There is no sin in it.
On the road of our daily lives, all must bend with the tides of death as it invades our lives forever.
In doing so, sorrow undoubtedly enters.
There is no escape from it's pain - it's total suffering.
Almost everyone we meet has already gone through the process of death in one way or another, therefore we are all kindred spirits, albeit at different levels of acceptance.
We can try to ease our suffering by reaching out to others in our sorrow.