Can someone who/
did not struggle with you/
to gain the mountaintop even understand
the triumph so grand?
Should they share the view?
Or
Should someone who
didn’t struggle with you
to the mountaintop
share the view?
Or should they stop?
Can someone who/
did not struggle with you/
to gain the mountaintop even understand
the triumph so grand?
Should they share the view?
Or
Should someone who
didn’t struggle with you
to the mountaintop
share the view?
Or should they stop?
My darling, dying daughter is daring.
Willing to explore her feelings,
able to express her caring
through the pain and suffering she’s revealing.
Though she fears loathing and ridicule,
she loves unseen others more.
By exposing her personal fire’s fuel,
she’s guiding sufferers to a hopeful shore.
Today someone who she’s never met
was lead to read her writings.
As my daughter exposed experiences we’d rather forget
she gave another hope to keep on fighting.
Sometimes a greater love for another just means
we don’t have to die; we just have to be seen.
Written after my daughter wrote in her blog Milla the Night Baker
and someone responded at 5:06 a.m. on October 8th, 2012 saying how her writing was helping.
When you read how my/
heart bleeds for you, don’t you want/
to scream: “Just shut up!” ?
Yenta made the choice
to “Suffer in silence”. I /
wish my fingers let me.
I want to ask her:/
“What’s going on?” but I made/
the pained choice not to.
Just when you think it’s/
safe to open up your heart,/
you learn that it’s not.
It’s now been more than/
24. I’m proud of my/
control despite pain.