A Final Breath
We take a final breath,
Before you enter the world of the dead.
I remember the night you said,
That all you could see was a bright light and red.
I know the pain will be over soon.
And then you can soar like a released balloon.
Fly way up high into the sky,
Leaving the people who are questioning why.
You're on to a better place.
One that can be consumed in your loving grace.
While we are here trying to chase,
That balloon with your memory as it escapes.
Copyright © Emilia Raye | Year Posted 2010
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