I sit in class,
Trying to smile and laugh.
Broken but strong -
Forgotten by most.
I try to fix what is wrong.
How could my pain
Feed the darkness of my mind?
I sit in class,
Listening to my friends.
Learned to laugh,
My smile slips -
I try to fix what is wrong.
Drew a picture with a blade,
The knife hit my skin
My skin begins to cry.
My light consumed by dark.
I sit in class,
Doing my best.
Healing and strong
Loved by all.
I continue fixing what is wrong.
Hope not down
Spirits not beaten yet.
Making the dark into light.
I still sit in class
Learning to find a light
A joy of a moment.
Stronger than ever
I fix what is wrong
With me.
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Waves of Grief
PoetryThere are more than just five feelings that people have when they are going through the grieving process after losing someone in any circumstance. The following is a collection of poems I've written to explore these other feelings. How you can hope...
