Poetry

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That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach
When you’re hurting inside, but put on a smile for the public
Trying to move on as the months go by
When others who also suffered the loss don’t seem to be shy

I ask myself how can the one who should be most effected
Be the one that is moving along the quickest ignoring the proper healing method
We all grieve in a different way, but that fateful day still is recent
What is happening on this day just doesn’t seem decent

What I’m feeling isn’t judgment, but rather a view of a lack of it
I just don’t see the logic in what is occurring since there is no replacement
It may not be my decision or my choice
However, I still have the right to have a voice

The actions of others will still affect me
With my principles though I can choose what happens relationally
No matter what they may think is right
It doesn’t sit well at all in my sight

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