A poem about: Don't look at me differently Look at me…

Don't look at me differently Look at me as I'm meI've not changed My heart may be different And I may cry a lot moreI may not even show emotions But I'm still meI have lost so many people to the spirit world Losing my son as taken most of meEmotionally and physically You see me walking on crutches or a cane Don't just stare or think she playing on itIt real the amount of tests I've been through I could honestly do without I need my time to grieve not being physically and mentally illI don't have time to put me first I have three beautiful girls that needs meMy body as taken its toll with grief And now the signs are showing I don't go far when I'm able to moveI spend my time in the house or down at the cemetery Grief is a horrible thing, you don't lose your loved one you lose yourself tooSo please don't look at me differently

In the shadows where the memories lie,
I walk with a heart that knows how to cry.
The world sees changes where none have begun,
For inside, I'm me, though battles are won.

Grief has carved its name on my soul,
Yet I hold on tight, striving to be whole.
Three daughters' laughter guides me through,
Their needs keep my spirit steadfast and true.

Crutches bear witness to struggles I face,
Invisible burdens mark a slow-paced race.
Tests of strength, both body and mind,
A heart reshaped, one tear at a time.

I wander to where the silence dwells,
Amongst stones that tell their own tales.
Gone are those who once held my hand,
But in their absence, I try to stand.

Don't see the cane, nor the tears that fell,
See me—the story I strive to tell.
A soul in mourning, yet courageously free,
Please look beyond, and simply see me.

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In the shadows where the memories lie, I walk with a heart that knows how to cry. The world sees changes where none have begun, For inside, I'm me, though battles are won. Grief has carved its name on my soul, Yet I hold on tight, striving to be whole. Three daughters' laughter guides me through, Their needs keep my spirit steadfast and true. Crutches bear witness to struggles I face, Invisible burdens mark a slow-paced race. Tests of strength, both body and mind, A heart reshaped, one tear at a time. I wander to where the silence dwells, Amongst stones that tell their own tales. Gone are those who once held my hand, But in their absence, I try to stand. Don't see the cane, nor the tears that fell, See me—the story I strive to tell. A soul in mourning, yet courageously free, Please look beyond, and simply see me.