Is it weird that I haven’t cried,
Since the day you died?
I had to be the one who was strong,
For other people to hold on.
I helped others with their own grief,
Drowning my own in the barrier reef,
Until the bubbles start to surface,
Helping others was my purpose.
Now I must help myself,
With no more sense of self,
The battle is henceforth,
Head West then North.