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I’m standing on the corner

With the traffic passing by

The clouds are over head

How are you suppose to move on, when your life has been slammed in to a brick wall? How are you suppose to make sense of things, when nothing makes any sense at all? Life as you knew it does not exsist any more. What do you do now? Where do you go from here? How do you live with the paralizing  pain, the loneliness, the anger and the guilt?

Your Voice

I want to hear your voice 
but it is no more yours 
than the song of a nightingale
enjoying spring
is mine

A PLACE
 There is a place not far away, a place I long to be.
A place beyond the rainbow, out past the rippling sea.
A place where all the stars will dance like diamonds in the sky.
And the birds will sing so sweetly, a heavenly lullaby.
A place where sorrow is no more, and pain can not be found.

We never wanted you to bleed for us. We needed you to cry with us. We needed you to remember, for a little while, a life so precious. We needed you to say 'I don't know your pain but here is my shoulder.' We needed you to acknowledge a mother who lost her son, a parent who lost their child, a sibling who lost their brother/sister.

You never got to say goodbye

There’s things you didn’t say

I just want you to understand

There is a wish among us, one that can be granted. I wish those who have not entered this journey would educate themselves, just a little, in understanding the path we have been forced to take. Sadly, many will not notice this road until they themselves set their feet on its clay. It is then they will look back and see the folly of their words, the misconceived ideas of what grief is.