Poem # 7

Sometimes I

am tired

of grieving

&

protest so much

pain

I cannot seem

to

ever get

finally through

Roz said,

“Don’t try”

“The pain of her

death

is part

of

keeping her

alive

in

you”

This is one of those days.  I'm tired of putting on a happy face so as not to upset anyone.  I'm tired of trying to get a movement going to create safe places to grieve.  I'm tired of the loneliness that no one really "gets me" or cares.  So here is that essential choice again.  Do I sit down and give up?  Or do I sit down and draw up a new plan.  Maybe I'll sit down for a while and a new plan will come to me.