Stages
you tell yourself maybe it's good news
you tell yourself it's not what you fear
you tell yourself this just can't be happening
you tell yourself oh God, -- it's here
you tell yourself I just talked with him
you tell yourself but, she loves me so
you tell yourself you'd better not cry
you tell yourself you can't let go
you tell yourself it wasn't accidental
you tell yourself it wasn't suicide
you tell yourself this is so detrimental
you tell yourself that you can't bear goodbye
tears and tears of the soul's well existence ![rips & saline]
you're numb and cold and wilted with shock
with truth comes grieving without resistance
seconds become minutes as turning hands clock
trite homilies on God's purpose and being
wash through the days as waters from a tide
others might see the hole in your wellbeing
as you slowly accept, that part of you died
enlightenment dawns as we see life without
a lover, a child, a friend, an acquaintance
the soul, fresh-watered, grows from this drought
continuing forward from old life's resemblance
© Goode Guy 2012-11-23
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2012
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