Is This It?

Head in my hands tears streaming down To a place inside my past thoughts I go
The past of hurt the past so full of loss This loss is for I and only I to know
Whether it's a new hurt or quite old
Doesn't matter much to me now
I only feel the pain over and over As my fingertips caress my brow
My eyes close tightly pushing back
Holding all the tears right there
Keeping all from seeing me cry Not wanting my soul laid bare
Then I wish not for their sympathy
The stares and utterings under their breath
This is personal between he and I Secretly asking God, why this death
What here did I ever do wrong
That I would be punished oh so bad
Why would you give me just three months To live a whole lifetime with my Dad
Copyright © 1998 By Sheila Lynn

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