NekoNomNom
There is no right to heal the wrong
- May 3, 2020
- 248
When I am dead, and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain drenched hair,
Tho you should lean above me broken hearted,
I shall not care.
For I shall have peace.
As leafey trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough.
And I shall be more silent and cold hearted
Than you are now
--Sara Teasdale
I found this poem while I was at a hotel during my last attempt. I think about it often.
Shakes out her rain drenched hair,
Tho you should lean above me broken hearted,
I shall not care.
For I shall have peace.
As leafey trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough.
And I shall be more silent and cold hearted
Than you are now
--Sara Teasdale
I found this poem while I was at a hotel during my last attempt. I think about it often.