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Stages

February 26, 2010

They speak of time
in hushed voices,
quoting books,
tv doctors,
solemn nods
for a process,
stages of grief
neatly lined out,
pre-scripted, waiting
to be acted,
feelings penned
in the margins,
so everyone knows
how to sympathize.

She nods, and waits
for those moments
alone, mask abandoned
as she shatters –
night after night.

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2 comments

  1. The stages of grief….never seemed neat to me..more of an outline drawn with smoke…great poem.


    • Thanks for the comment. Well spoken.



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