You grieve not for the life you took nor the one you may lose. Without a second thought you move on.
Grieving, is the mother who once carried her child. The father who planted the seed, the brother or sister who now carries anger and contempt for what you stole from their family.
The justice system seems to care more about your rights than the rights of those having lost their loved ones. How is this fair?
Grief can be all consuming. The outlook is most often grim. Pick me ups don’t do much for grievers. Getting back up on the horse is easier said than done. What is there to look forward to? Revenge? That solves nothing.
Obtaining or having purpose becomes the answer. Nothing feels better than helping someone who’s needs or pain is greater than your own.
Grief Becomes No One©
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By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 
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