I don't think I'm a poet, I have alot to learn. I feel I am an expressionist. I, ...am a survivor to the loss of a spouse to suicide. My poem is raw, as it was written within a year of his choice to end his life. In 6 months, I lost him, some friends and family, our home, my job, and his physician to suicide as well. It was as if a big plane with my life in it, crashed. I struggled to be strong and find purpose. Unfortunately, in efforts to process their own grief, someone has to be blamed for a persons choice to end their life. Rather than where the blame truely falls, on the one who " pulled the trigger, " in this case..me. In many other situations like mine, it is usually the person closest to the person who chose death by suicide. Since then, I have moved on and I'm blessed and very happy, but will never forget.
I wrote this at end of 2009, twerking it periodically and finally publishing it.
NOT A DAY GOES BY....
Not a day goes by, that he isn't on her mind, like many others, wants to know the answer to the question 'why? '
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