I'll be back later with a new poem, but for now, here's one I wrote for the Day 10 prompts that I didn't post. (Instead, I posted a rewrite of a poem I first wrote a month ago that had a more powerful and timely message.) This one's worth sharing too, though.
A Journey
No one can tell you how to grieve.
Maybe they’re not in a better place.
Maybe their long life wasn’t long enough.
Maybe you should never move on.
What right do they have?
You can cry whenever you want.
What right do they have?
Throw yourself on the casket if you wish.
We all have different countries of hurt.
It’s a long walk through dark countryside,
before you get to a flowered clearing
which you must find yourself.
Maybe they’re not in a better place.
Maybe their long life wasn’t long enough.
Maybe you should never move on.
You can cry whenever you want.
What right do they have?
Throw yourself on the casket if you wish.
It’s a long walk through dark countryside,
before you get to a flowered clearing
which you must find yourself.
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