a reality that seemingly has no reason.

The sting of realising what you already knew; really allowing yourself to accept that reality, what is and what has been, but not understanding, and therefore, truly accepting why. 
The heartache had healed, what you once thought you had mourned and had allowed to recover is uncovered and still true and still very much there. 
The deep sadness that you feel and the questions that you continue to ask even though you know you'll never be given an answer; you ask them, you scream at the top of your lungs, screaming out in silence. A silence that is both deafening and at times defeating. A reality that stops you in your tracks, leaving you breathless and at a loss for words, betrayed by fate and doubting the faith that you once possessed. Your faith that once told you that everything happens for a reason; good shall come to those that are good. But what was the reason for this? Why are the good cursed with the bad, the unfair, the reality that seemingly has no reason at all?