DON'T TELL ME!

Don't tell me that you understand

Don't tell me that you know

Don't tell me that I will survive,

How I will surely grow.

Don't tell me this is just a test.

That I am truly blessed,

That I am chosen for this task,

Apart from all the rest.

Don't come at me with all the answers,

That can only come from me!

Don't tell me how grief will pass

That I will soon be free.

Don't stand in pious judgement

Of the bonds I must untie.

Don't tell me how to suffer.

AND, DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY!

My life is filled with selfishness

My pain is all I see

But I need you to share,

Just hold my hand and let me cry,

And say, "My friend, I care."

Joaneeta Hendel

Bereavement Magazine

This poem, I think, says what all of feel at sometime, and the way that everyone should be allowed to feel what they feel until they recover........IN THEIR OWN WAY!!!