A Poem Examining Loss

She was sitting on a park bench,

Mindful of her surroundings.

Feet pulled together, heel along

The crevice of heel, together creating

The yin and the yang.

She inhaled oxygen from the atmosphere,

The trees waving her along as she basked

In their presence, her arms arched above

Her head saluting the sun.

She inhaled carbon, the trees thanking her

By bowing their heads and rustling

Their hundreds of leaves in the spring

Afternoon sun.

The aroma of jasmine hits nostrils,

A calming agent to the storm she

Was trying to put out inside her chest

As the final step of psychology resonated

Inside of her: acceptance.

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