Sure, Life Goes On, But
I resent how life just carries on
After some are one-by-one gone.
I know we all have to move on,
But I'll remember them every dawn.
I resent being told how to feel.
Only few know how much grief is real.
Sometimes not even time can heal
The illnesses that come to steal.
I resent myself for being so blunt,
For writing to a grieving mother upfront,
After she lost her daughter to a "stunt,"
I realize I wrongly felt the need to confront.
I resent being told grief is meant to go away,
I said, "Will you grieve when I die someday?
Her child died, now she has lost her way.
You don't get how sometimes grief will stay."
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