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Joined: 12/4/2011
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Don’t Ask If I’m, Okay
Don’t ask me how I’m doing
Don’t ask if I’m okay
Don’t say they’re in a better place
As you won’t like what I say
No...Time is not a healer
And this in not God’s will
If he knew how much I’ve really lost
They would be right here still
I won’t try to be positive
And this wasn’t for the best
My heart is broken in pieces
And it hurts deep in my chest
Don’t say at least they are out of pain
Well I’m not and MAY NEVER BE
Their pain is gone, but mine is still here
It’s been passed to me
Don’t tell me you know how I feel
Even though it may be true.
This grief in MINE,
For what length of time…
I takes me to get through
Toni Kane
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Joined: 5/14/2018
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Thank you for sharing this jfkoc, this is exactly how I feel.
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Joined: 2/3/2018
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Thank you. Me too.
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Joined: 5/2/2013
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Thank you jokfc this really says it all except I would add 1 thing don't ask if I am OK
if you really don't want to hear my answer.
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Joined: 12/18/2011
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Thanks for posting this, Judith. I feel the same way - I don't think the pain or grief will ever go away. Part of me is gone.
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Joined: 7/8/2018
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jfkoc, just read the poem you posted. I lost my DH a month ago and the pain is unbearable, I feel that only half of my being is alive.
I would add -
Don’t tell me that I’m strong
When my smile is a silent grief
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Joined: 3/2/2020
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Jfkoc..
This poem is so perfect I just started to cry. It is so completely true. I think about my father and just can't stop missing him and feeling so angry at what he was put through by the medical profession here., He's gone 15 years but for me it might as well be yesterday. It rips out your heart, and leaves you sad and empty.
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Joined: 6/28/2014
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Thank you for this poem. My mother died 3 mo ago and the pain in my chest is real and heavy. Silent grief is even more difficult right now. I find true friendship in the people who call and actually listen to me. They don't just call to talk about themselves. They don't just think that my grief is my burden to bear, but something we can share.
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