This Somberness Lifts
It isn't what you think it is.
A somber mood,
To bring with it a flow of tears.
This isn't for you,
That this is done.
This is for me...
To heal 'my' grieving.
Not for you to say...
'Let go of it,
And it will go away! '
It isn't what you think it is.
A somber mood,
To bring with it a flow of tears.
This is what I need and wish!
To feel every part of it.
Until for me...
It no longer exists.
I can not pretend it does not sit.
When only within me...
It will leave.
As I permit!
Knowing when it does...
I will be happier to set it free!
Happy when it goes away.
Happy when this somberness,
Lifts and drifts on that coming day!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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