GRIEF Poem: A Wounded Friend, by Julie Hogg

A friend told me she is
too wounded to talk
her father has died
where is the dignity in death?
Is it only in living
Would it all be easier to take
if that wisdom was applied?
Instead of the rosy pictures
painted and stories told
of old
what they failed to tell us
is how hurtful it is to lose someone
how undone
one becomes at the loss
how grief feels like a part of you has died too
and how long it can take
to start anew
you never really do

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