People gathering in my house, Faces full of tears and grief,
Me, six years old and clueless,
What was going on? I had no idea,
My brother lifts me from the ground, places me on the couch,
Fighting to withhold tears,
He finally says, "She is gone, she isn't coming back. She died today in a car accident."
Then, right then, my life was changed, my sister was gone,
Eleven years later, I am still petrified of driving,
All because of the accident that my sister Beth was in.
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Yes, an experience like that needs to be cleansed from ones memory, poetry can help. Read mine - Despair - Adeline