Healing
By Claude Weidner

Where do you start
when you need to heal
Have a torn heart
not made of steel.

Not knowing what to say
friends and family muted
Not meaning to betray
seems we were polluted.

The things they never said
didn't know what to do
Now my daughters dead
trying to construe.

Don't know how to heal
my heart is a mess
Struggling to conceal
emotions I'll suppress.

Healing will take time
that day I won't forget
I'll continue to climb
the mountain of regret.