we are all just walking each other home

i go round and round
traveling with the other moms
whose hope and hopelessness rises and falls
with their chest
who have gouged their own eyes out, too

the world has become too scary,
too painful, too distorted
to look at

so we grab each others’ hands
and lead one another
through the turbulent maze
of life after child loss

blind, but not so blind
as if we were going it alone

because maybe it really is like ram daas said —
we are all just walking each other home.