Five steps to freedom

They say that everyone grieves differently,
No process is the same.
The five stages of death,
they're experienced in different ways,
at different times, even.

Number one, for most people is denial.
Feeling that your loss is a joke,
Some terrible nightmare,
Nothing like that could ever happen,
Not to them, or to me.

Then there's anger,
Hatred toward the person who did it,
Fury at the lost one for leaving you.
Self-resentment, "how could I be so stupid?"

The saddest one, the bargaining.
Most blame themselves.
"If only I had stopped him,"
I knew this would happen.

Next is the longest, most devastating,
Depression.
You're not sure you'll ever feel better,
The thought of them makes you cry.
There's no tomorrow, there's only memories.
Painful memories.

And finally, after all of the hell,
You let go. There's no more anger,
No more self-blame. No more holding on.
There's still sadness but with tears, there are smiles.
You talk about them, to them even.
Remember their faults, the things you always loved.
You accept that they're gone and you know,
No matter how difficult it will be, everything is going to be
Quite alright.

Reviews

[Deepak Belbase]

I'm completely agree with your work. It's a really an interesting poem, feel with deep feeling of grief. All I can say is " The Pot of Bitter Truth" and "Beautiful" at same time. No one has urge to write about it... you're so good in this.