Dealing With It

By , Nantucket, MA
Dealing with the loss
from that frigid summer's day
when He came and killed
the song of the blissful blue jay.
Dealing with the hate
and not knowing its' rightful place.
Knowing that this is a wound
that time will not earse.
Dealing with the shame
Avoiding looking in the glass
Fearing I'll see his leer in my own eyes
I just try to pick up the pieces of the crash.
Dealing with the silence
for I'm the only one who will ever know
what happened on that bright summer's day
when the air turned cold as snow.





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