Inside these walls
I've found the
place where my tears
can freely fall.
I palpate pain,
anger, regret, grief--
and unanswered
questions of blame.
Here they speak of
fathers, brothers,
husbands, lovers,
a young mother's only child,
and I speak of my beautiful sister
and the way she died.
Here, I learn to live again.
I know life
will never be the same
since my induction into a club
I never chose
to be a member of-
Survivors of Suicide.
Friday, May 25, 2007
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