Not like I'm being beaten down by this grief.
But being held up by the belief
that one day I will indeed
see you again
That I will escape from this world
unbound
and free.
Tell me, brother...
is Heaven all that it's chalked up to be?
I imagine it is.
There are times when I feel so distraught and sad
lonely
weak
and tired
And so
I cry.
For what feels like forever
until I know that no matter how much more I cry
it will not change a damn thing.
I'm reminded that I'm not alone in this grief
by the midnight phone call
listening to him sobbing
saying how much he misses you.
What do I tell them?
If I'm not strong, what will they be
if they're already crumbling?
I'm strong enough to know this is not the end
but indeed
a strange
and lonesome
beginning
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