There are seven stages of grief The first being denial We deny that we are here In this hell on Earth We deny that some of our family members have been taken into the hands of death We deny that we went through what we went through In hopes that we will forget it ever happened The second is the pain The pain comes when it finally hits Your family is dead You will never be that same happy kid as you once were The happy-go-lucky kid you were before the camps The realization that your body will never work the same way The next is anger The frustration you have been holding back Not at the Nazis or the Germans You are frustrated at yourself You are mad at yourself for being in that situation You do not know why you are mad at yourself But you refuse to place the blame anywhere else The next stage is depression The hole in your heart where your happiness used to lain The realization that you are now by yourself and there is no one who will understand you anymore No one will speak the language that us survivors speak No matter how good of a therapist you are It is a foreign language only select few speak There is another stage we went through The upward turns The realization that you will be ok You realize that you do not need your family to be ok You do not need anyone who survived with you You only need yourself And that is all you have There is another stage This being particularly the hardest It is working in an everyday life With your new setbacks and PTSD The new you starts to work properly There is one more stage It is acceptance You finally accept what happened You accept the fact that everything that you went through Is not fiction It is real life You accept the fact that we went through inhumane treatments and tortures And we accept all of it We realize and accept that we were almost all killed off Weather by sickness or ****** We accept we were the lucky ones And never look back
I wrote this for a school assignment last year, and now it's being submitted into scholarship contests:)