Take my handlift me up lift me out of here carry me far to a new place where no one knows my face or knows my sorrow never witnessed my scars Never wounded me Never gave me hope when there was none I need an empty page to fill with something real so take my hand
I lost my husband to suicide in June of 2006. This is my journey through the deep valley of grief with all its anger, denial, guilt, and pain.
It is also my struggle to embrace the future and allow myself to live and love happily, again.
As if that is not enough, this is where I indulge my need to create, with words, the ideas that irritate me like a splinter, until I get them out.