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(poems/song is copyrighted 1998)
Suicide Stories Joe's Poem I wrote this poem following Joe's death. Writing the words helped the healing process. Joe's Story.... or is it mine? the good, the bad and the ugly (a rough draft of our life story) Bill's Story A mother's story Time to Learn A song from a friend by Tim O'Brien and Patrick Alger |
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(believe it or not).
YOU ARE A SURVIVOR..be proud of yourself! Abuse
Stories
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My husband was an alcoholic...it controlled
his life. He fought hard to conquer it, and it seemed he had on two
occasions. I stood by his side (I tried my best, anyway) waiting
for the day when he could stay sober... knowing that it would be heaven.
We had heaven for a full year the last time he went to Rehab.
I started writing a poem once, and I recently found it. It is
not finished, but I think it is still effective.
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(A song shared with me by a friend.
I am not sure who to give credit to, but the singer is
"Tim O'Brien")
The Hand Is Cold
The hand is cold
That once held mine
I can't believe
You've really left this world behind
I can't wait
And I can't hope
I'll get over this in time.
It takes time to learn
When someone's gone for good
That you're not coming back
Like you wish they would
In the empty hours
When you miss them so
Then it's time to learn
To let them go
Your last hours
We never knew
We never had a chance
To say goodbye to you
Words unsaid and things undone
We'd just begun and now
We'll never see them through
It takes time to learn
When someone's gone for good
They're not coming back
Like you wish they would
In the empty hours
When you miss them so
It takes time to learn
To let them go
It takes time to learn
That you're gone for good
You're not coming back
Like I wish you would
In the empty hours
When I miss you so
Then it's time to learn
To let you go
The hand is cold
That once held mine.
