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It Sends Me There


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It Sends Me There

When I foresee the damage done
I survey the home, but I see none
When hope is gone
Where boredom grows
Where love succumbs to pointless blows
Years go by and wasted still
Till morning comes and more ensue
To teach complacent and dredging true
It seems to me that all is gone

till one small fern unbends its arm
Thru sod it seems to talk to me
and says what love has forgotten to
It points the way, it sends me there
I wish I’d follow but the end is near
So pointless is the ending point

Why still struggle, why still care
But care it does and sends me there.
Every Spring, sometimes more
when skies are threatening
When beating winds and whooshing waters
tear its fabric from its feet
But try again and just a time as when
It points the way, I know not where.

Andy is a Clinical Psychologist who lost his son in a tragic motorcycle accident and now authors articles on bereavement. The quiz is available! Go to to find out if you may have Prolonged Grief Disorder. Look forward to his upcoming posts, and book, “When Sunday Smiled.” Follow him at his website, and to find out more about prolonged grief.

It Sends Me There

Andy Davidson

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Davidson, A. (2018). It Sends Me There. Psych Central. Retrieved on July 8, 2020, from


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