Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Cure for Bereavement




To say, “Time heals all wounds” Is trite
      When the heart is in its anguish,
                   But there is no
          Cure for the bereavement
                       But time.

               The Death lies quiet,

               But the living greave
                  The dissolution
           Of what could have been.
                   Why, oh why
           They ask again and again.

             A question with no answer,

                    The loss remains.
                   And, unexplained,
                     Life will go on.
                 Hard though it may be
                    For the bereaved.

                       Until time

                 Has came and gone.
                Time to, if not heal,
                   At least adjust
                 To a life without,
        And time to find a new meaning.

                     Not to forget,

              For that is not in the cards,
               But to remember the joy
                  Without it being
             Drowned by the sadness
                   Of the passing.

             A quietus will be found,

            Not today, not tomorrow,
               But a time will come
                 And bring with it
               The strength needed
    To pick up the pieces and move on.



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