Now after grief.
I carry a weight around.
I carry the ugly cloak of grief.
I live every single day with out my child.
I smile when I want to scream.
I cry when I’m alone.
I fear everything.
I wonder each day if I’m going to lose another child.
But in still standing.
I’m fighting tooth and nail to LIVE.
Not just to survive.
I fight to be happy because it is what I deserve.
I speak my daughter’s name and am determined to make a difference for grieving parents.
I get up every day with the goal to make her proud.
Yes I am broken but I am still standing.