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Grief
Grief
Trauma and loss, a child has died
That never goes away …don't even try
It's in every room,every breath,every step you take
When Your asleep and when your awake
Sometimes it is sneaky
It will hide behind doors
Or inside old boxes you never opened before
A smell of formula still clings to his shirt
An old pacifier covered in dust and in dirt
Griefs’ favorite place to hide and surprise?
when you go to bed and just close your eyes
His face will appear,the smile he wore
For just a few weeks,a few weeks before
Or in dreams he cries and you look and listen but he's never there… you just missed him.
It's in your husband's face,the look in his eye, when you believe it's your fault he died
Never spoken out loud or even whispered but you see in their eyes,such guilt that look stirs
Those days are misty… like fog over the lake
It hides in there too just waiting to break
For it blows the fog away when you least expect it and pieces are revealed, bit by bit…it's cruel and its vicious this grief and this pain
And I'll never live a day without it again.
Copyright ©
Crystol Woods
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