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I need you now
tomorrow will be too late
and I won't survive
flowers need the sun
to grow and thrive
their petals reach up
we need trees
to breathe life-giving air
their branches reach up
animals and plants
provide us with sustenance
their spirits reach up
busy bees pollinate
our lives depend on them
their tiny wings reach up
tangled in grief
I lost the will to live
I reach up to God
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Author Notes
After my husband left me, I lost the will to live. I grieved the loss to the point that I didn't want to live, but God never left my side and He is the reason why I am still here to tell the story. I moved on and in time I found joy and peace.
National Suicide Prevention Crisis Number 988
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem,
Gypsy
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