One day I heard a knock at my door, it was so unexpected.
I wondered who it could be.
As I opened the door he spoke rapidly, Hi, it’s me…I know you’re weren’t expecting me but I am here.
Excuse me, I asked but who might you be?
Oh dear you don’t recognize me, I know this is a surprise, but I was told to come…
My name is death, and please allow me to introduce fear, pain, heartache, and sleepless nights, they travel with me where ever I go.
Oh, and how can I forget, loneliness, and depression, I couldn’t get rid of them if I tried, enough with the introductions… Welcome to widowhood may we come in?

The Worshipping Widow