I Stand On the Threshold

Silent tears that no one sees.... A broken heart that no one can sense.... A soul crying to the world.... but no one is listening. There are times when death seems to be a welcome friend.... With promises of no more pain... no more disappointments..... no more feeling as if all my efforts are meaningless. And so a prisoner of my emotions I am trapped in a world that no longer belongs to me. I am a prisoner in this life..... A cell mate in this body where many prisoners reside. And I cry in the silence of my soul where no one can truly understand This tortured shell. And so as I continue to show the world this false facade of bravery and strength..... Inside- death is mocking me... Tempting me.... Inviting me..... And in fear of the unknown.... I fight! I stand on the threshold.... On one side- I see a life of those I love who will never understand how deep are the wounds within my soul. On the other side- A promise of rest and relief.... An opportunity to know an unending peace..... A chance of rescuing those I love from having to deal with this tormented soul. I stand on the threshold.... Not sure which way to go. © Amada Gonzalez