9 months have passed ever since that last burial
"People die everyday", I thought to myself
I begin to realize that only a few people seem to care about the dead these days
As I looked around me, a good handful of my family members were crying their sorrows out
I was weak...
They say that people who let out all their emotions, whether it be happiness or sadness, are the stronger ones
It just so happened that I didn't do any of that for I have not shed a single tear that day
The others were brave enough to do it, but why couldn't I?
As we all stepped out of the cemetery and bid our final farewells, one thing was for certain; everybody left feeling strong, except for me
I was the weakest.
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Abstract
PoetryWords may be the best medicine. But they can also do more harm than good. Here's a spontaneous collection of words, vignette's, short stories and poetry combined into a timeless and relevant output that not only comes from experience but also from t...
