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It's Therapy
by Clara Mae GregoryI had to start writing
to stop this crying
triggered by the news
of an old friend dying.
We had all denied
his slow suicide
of self inflicted
addiction
until this morning
when he collapsed
on the floor
at age fifty-four.
12/30/2009 Author's Note: venting emotions, true event happened today and feeling really blue about it
Posted on 12/30/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/30/09 at 10:09 PM Can relate- very sad, well stated. Tragic event- Sorry for your loss. Hope you feel better soon. Time truely help (old clique), but true. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/30/09 at 11:56 PM ... well executed verse..... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/31/09 at 02:47 AM My father died at the same age. It is sad when someone dies so young. |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 12/31/09 at 06:11 PM My mom passed away not a month ago at a slightly younger age than your friend. She had a problem with alcohol which led to the injury that caused her death. My whole family wished we had done stronger intervention, but the event of someone passing is always filled with what-if's, if-only's, and I-wish's.
I pray the writing did help, as it usually does. Thank you for sharing your experience, Clara.
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| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 01/02/10 at 04:11 AM It's so awesome to be able to write about it and share it. Helps the healing process...great therapy. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/04/10 at 12:17 AM I hope the embrace of kinship helps ease the crush of loss... |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/05/10 at 04:10 PM The pain of this kind of loss is that it happens a little at a time over time. The rhymes actually help me to stand back and see the pity of this for the addicted one and all his observers. Thanks for sharing. |
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