I do not let tears well
That will come later
After the worst
Whatever it is
Always goes one way or the other
There will be a ring
Strangers will answer
I said it’s time for tragedy
And one is here
Listen.
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
February 6, 2013 in affliction, Depression: mild, I Thought You'd Like To Know, Poem, Reflection | Tags: anatomy of future trauma(s), anticipatory grief, tragedy
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February 10, 2013 at 12:19 am
Dhyan
anatomy of future trauma – that is really great. sounds like a great title in itself….