PROMISE
A promise never broken,
on pain of departure,
for the fear of your leaving…
and yet you left anyway.
And I’m angry
that you left anyway…
without a bye or leave,
but it wasn’t by choice,
as my famous conscience said,
You had no choice!
And I’ve turned and turned over,
The same sense of rejection,
Like an orphaned child,
blames their dead parents…
For abandoning them!
So the anger of loss
is just nonsense…
but logic has no place
in the self-flagellation,
Of the torture of grief.
DALE ‘M’
JUST EXPLORING THE WAY IN WHICH YOUR MIND KEEPS GOING OVER THE SAME RIDICULOUS NOTIONS WHEN YOUR LOST IN GRIEF. IT’S LOGIC IS BANAL AND VENAL, BUT IT CANNOT BE THROWN OFF.
You’re so smart. Your posts have helped me so much in my grief, Dale. You make more sense than my well/-meaning grief counselor. ♥️
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you’re very sweet K. a beloved surrogate daughter xxx
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