[b]The Crumbling of Me[b]

Never a bridesmaid
Once a bride
Twenty yers now single
Facing more and more
A decimated world

Grief socks me deep
In my gut
I didn't fly the plane with hundreds dead
I singly survived
So therefore
The whole of blame
Was thrown upon me
As if I never
Helped a soul
Or had no courage
Or turned aside
These once-friends

It's pouring outside my van
I sob in the fur
Of my soft bunny
I clench him close
Try to believe
The softness of him
Will be the glue
To hold my face
Up to all outside
Who would give no hand to me

Screaming
No light will show
This hanging
Of myself