Grief, Loss and Tragedy
Don't tell me that you understand, Don't tell me that you know. Don't tell me that I will survive, How I will surely grow. Don't tell me this is just a test, That I am truly blessed, That I am chosen for this task, Apart from all the rest. Don't come at me with answers That can only come from me, Don't tell me how my grief will pass That I will soon be free. Don't stand in pious judgment Of the bonds I must untie, Don't tell me how to suffer, And don't tell me how to cry. My life is filled with selfishness, My pain is all I see, But I need you, I need your love, Unconditionally. Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share, Just hold my hand and let me cry, And say, "My friend, I care."
Reprinted with permission from Anger: Help or Hindrance, a booklet available from bereavement magazine. Anger, by Joanetta Hendel
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