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Feb 2018
I love the holidays
Family, Laughter, and Joy
But sometimes you don’t see the
Pain.

I guess I wasn’t above that.

The phone rings
I hear nervous voices I guess they can’t hear me askin’
What is going on.
Hanging up brings me relief
And stress

I guess I wasn’t above that

I can’t even hear the words
I don’t let it be real
I might have lost a loved one

I guess I wasn’t above that

I has all changed like
Slamming on a brake
Making my mind go blank.

I guess I wasn’t above that

Now I am surrounded by tears
Those around they can’t even hear,
I am the silent one.
I am all alone when I don’t need to be.

I guess I wasn’t above that

People voices things surround me,
Why keep talking
I just want peace.
Why can’t you just leave me
I don’t want to hear
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
Over and over again.

I guess I wasn’t above that.

I know it is hard to mourn
When you feel relief.
Why is it so hard
When you are filled with grief?

I guess I wasn’t above that

Restless nights are filled with
Dreams
Being left alone is a thing,
I Fear most.

I guess I wasn’t above that.

I don’t know if I can let you leave.
I won’t be able to keep you away from me.
Visions of pain are too much for me to bear.

I guess I wasn’t above that.

I know that we all are broken in our own way,
Broken Hearts, broken bodies, broken lives.
We all have a mountain to climb.
One step at a time.

No one is above that.
Thanks for reading!
Written by
Mary Beazer  F
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