Loss

If I had a broken leg
It would be plain to see
People would give me sympathy 
And feel sorry for me 
I don’t have a broken leg 
So no one seems to care 
The pain I feel inside 
is often hard to bear 
It stays with me all day 
And at night time too
It keeps me company 
Like grief and sorrow do 
It’s called bereavement 
And I am learning to cope 
I have to take it 
One day at a time 
Until I no longer hurt....