What happens when the spiral stops somewhere between suicide and
comatose state?
How long can you linger there and debate your fate?
If you stay long enough will it be worth the wait?
When days turn to years and you realize nothings changed
Except a few random moments away ftom the pain. Only to watch your children battle the same
It takes strength to stay and it takes weakness to leave
A shred of hope helps you continue to believe

The low tide of grief ripples on the sand & turns to ever growing waves as the anniversary of that awful day grows near, ultimately becoming a tsunami of grief and loss again. Only to recede into painful daily ripples marking the loss of you