GRIEF Poem: YOUR MOVE, by Michael Potter

I am caught between two extremes.
I want you to stay so life can go on.
I want you to leave so life is more bearable.
To watch you stay is to see you suffer.
Struggling to maintain normalcy with support and aid.
To have you leave is to have a void no one can fill
and we all make adjustments to move on.
The person who is here, I don’t recognize.
Body’s weak, as is one’s mind.
I find it hard to communicate with you at times.
You come, you go, and sometimes, you try to stay.
For you to leave means only the memories survive,
Which is good, for I rather remember you as you were
and not as you are
So what extreme do I choose?
I leave that choice to you.

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