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"ALL THE LITTLE PIECES OF YOU DIED"

If only there was a way I could have given you a piece of my peace…

Maybe your brokenness would be mended 
with my loving sutures. If only I had been there
 that day to stitch up your wrists; 
So bloody from ALL the pain as it 
d r i p p e d  down your hands...
-red stained hands. 
This was only the first time you tried to die. I saw your ebony 
pain and I know that pain all too well. I wonder what you 
would do if I died the same way as you-  I mean...
if I took your place that is-

            I  s h r e d d e d  pictures from a secret book 
I kept in remembrance of you. Images of your wasted life on 
page upon page. Pieces of your forgotten childhood tattered 
and fragmented lay by THE pillow that once dried 
your salty eyes. I collected all the slivers and burned them to ash-  
I do not regret igniting the flame...
           All the tiny  p i e c e s  of your children’s souls died 
the second you chose to end your life. You left them in cold and 
empty caves with nothing left but harsh memories of your 
final days. When a child loses a parent, all guidance is gone 
leaving slices of questions and guilt in their innocent LITTLE 
hearts.

        PIECES of you are scattered 
across the emerald field where you laid your head to rest under 
a Blue Spruce pine tree. Your ashes live with the earth and now 
the earth can feel your sorrow. Mother Nature  
w e e p s  at night when she recalls reading your 
farewell letter. She knows you were 
suffocating in silence and held your head softly as you 
closed your eyes for the last time. 

Maybe my inner peace and repose would have given you a renewed 
sense OF hope. A fresh foundation for 
forgiveness of oneself and ways to be as tranquil as I had become 
through my faith. Maybe if you held an inner peace 
my life wouldn’t be so full of lament and rueful heartache. 
You stole my my serenity the second you died. For  n o t h i n g  
has been the same since YOU committed self-execution- 
Every New Year’s Eve I visit your site and lay petals of pink lilies 
across your engraved name plate...

*****

As the years come and go I lay those lilies in your honor,
one petal for each drop of blood  f a l l i n g  from each eye-
“Oh please Lord, may you grant loving mercy upon her…”
When I saw you lifeless I held your head in my arms and I cried-
I found all the little  p i e c e s  of your peace that withered up and DIED.



Verse followed by rhyme scheme: A-B-A-B-B

*her "site" is where she took her life.*

Date Written: September 15, 2016

For Contest: All The Little Pieces
Sponsor, Broken Wings
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