Rachel

"How are you?�
"Better" I say. .
Better at hiding my pain
Better at pretending our lives have returned
to normal,
Better at shedding my tears when only
God can see.



You asked me how I'm doing
You want to see me smile.
You want to think the grief that came
only lingered for a while.



And so I play the game with you.
I smile and say, "Just fine.�
But those who've trod this road before
know the pain that still is mine.


- Donna Herdon