This Loss by Michael Healy


This Loss

How can you say what has been, when you do not know,
How can you tell how it feels, when it does not show,
How can you say how it is, when you know not the cost,
How can you think you understand, when you have not this loss.
 
Let only those who really know speak of what has gone,
Yet they may also hide behind a simple phrase, ‘life must go on’.
The jagged stabs that knot inside, the hidden inner rage,
The tears that well, the pain that swells; such a young age.
 
Do not tell me you understand or that you really know,
Do not tell me how it feels, when it does not show,
Do not say how it is, when you know not the cost,
Please God you never understand the feeling of this loss.
 Michael Healy
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2 thoughts on “This Loss by Michael Healy

  1. Phew! That’s a deep one, Michael.
    The words are almost dripping with hidden, private, pain. The pain of loss, I presume. Perhaps the loss of a loved one.
    The words read like a private rail against some of the stock platitudes that those who know the pain of loss, receive from those who have yet to experience it.

    Sterling stuff, Michael.

    • David, Your analysis is precisely correct. Written some years ago but only now
      Opened to others after some recent revision.
      Michael

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