Tragedy strikes and the world seems to stop,
And interest in anything else starts to drop.
Nothing's important, except that event,
All of its details and all it has meant
To their outlook on life, which has changed overnight;
They can't push their memories from mind or from sight.
They suffer depression, and can't find the will
To remember that they have a life to live still.
But they have; and although it is quite right to grieve
Eventually they must again start to weave
A life for the future, where they may well find
A life that is better than that left behind.
Girlwriting
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