Hello GriefRear your ugly and wicked headI feel your wrath every waking dayBeating me down constantly Taking my breath away
Although I fight to move forwardYou always winYour waves strong and highKnocking me down again and againAlways a struggle, always a fightA fight I can not win
I put on a face every new day of progress.Of moving forward to a better brighter placeEvery night the mask comes off andI'm right back where I was A place of darkness and despairThe passing day filled with lies and betrayal
The sun rises and begins to fallTired eyes began to close In our bed we once shared The place you suffered in great painThe place you took your last breathThe place you were ripped from me
Hello GriefRear your ugly and wicked headA new day beginsAnother fight I faceAnother fight I cannot win
Hello GriefMy constant companionHere you are again
Poem by Lisa Beckermann
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