One year ago
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Pressure like none before
Crowded cluttered
This doctor daughter
Breaking the news
Predicting
Secret pains spoken
Old ones poured into journals
Telling Me not to cry!
Asking Me not to get upset!
Your mind sharp
Lapsing into Arabic
Asking the vicar if he was from the Church at the “Rass El Shareh”
Sleeplessly failing
To keep the fragile shell intact
Anger erupting
Running in the rain
Soaked under the tree in the cemetery
Screaming at the sky
Cursing whatever
Out there allows such agony
Tears spent
I return
“What is today?” you ask
“Why does dying take so long? ” you ask
In under a week you were ready to let go
In under a year we have all let go…..
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