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by Maple Tree
Melody speaks beyond the trees
Yearning for her spirit to sing...
It's the simplest activities in life,
That are somehow becoming much more complicated...
by Megan Chapman
I gave and gave
Not enough! they said...
by Tanya Southey
the same anymore...
It hits me like a stinging slap,
This unbidden sadness...
A Poem About Anxiety
I do what I think is right...
The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile.
Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse.
If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight.