God forbid, I say the word suicide. But that's the truth. I couldn't keep you here, no matter how hard I tried.
Your heart and mind had so much heaviness that always weighed you down. But you wouldn't share it with me. You never made a sound.
My heart goes out to you. I'm just glad you find writing poetry is therapeutic. I found the same when we discovered my husband was terminally ill. Do keep writing. Very best wishes, Ann.
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It spoke in quiet supreme,
end it here, with absolute.
No one will notice the difference,
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