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[joebanks]

My Grief poem in its latest incarnation.

Grief is;
the last embrace
the final breath.
Grief is;
the last light in the eyes,
the fading warmth in bed.
Grief is;
the last thing
the final companion.
Grief is;
before darkness,
before nothing.


I have to get out of this; stop wallowing.
I need to stop talking about it with you because i fear it's become self indulgent. This is what i'm saying here; why we hold onto grief, because grief is still a connection. One more line.."Grief is the fingers trailing across the closed casket."

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[rafqa]

Again: in my opinion, the ability and the willingness to talk openly and clearly about your problems and your grief, without pretense, is a strength, not some kind of moral laxness.

[joebanks]

You're right of course. I think i'm dealing with some sort of not deserving help; it's messed up. That's why me going to counseling is such a big step for me; in spite of the $108.00 per session it's going to cost me.


But THANK YOU for your generosity.