For Heather
I often wonder how such a decision can be made
The choice to stay here is this life
Or move on to whatever may come next
Did you feel like you were alone in this world
Or did you simply tire of what this world had to offer
Because the mere act of being human
Can be so monumentally exhausting
I can almost understand the welcome rest
That you may have seen in deaths embrace
The chance to lay down the heaviness in your soul
And finally close your eyes
Maybe looking down from that window
Feeling the sun and the wind on your skin
Maybe instead of feeling like the end
It simply felt like freedom
And instead of the decision to jump
You made the decision to fly
I hope you didn't leave this life
Believing you were all alone
I hope you simply saw your chance to move on to the next adventure
And no matter how the ones left behind may feel
The choice was yours to make
And I would never lay down judgment
Your reasons are yours alone to know
And ours to simply ponder
But no matter the facts and fictions of your life
And the truth and lies within your death
You were loved, if not understood
And I hope wherever it is you've ended up
You can finally take a breath
And rest
R.I.P Heather Brink
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