Letting Go
I wrote this about the recent passing of my mother, Annette. She was a rock, kind and
loving, my confidant and best friend - a Godly woman. I miss her already, deeply.
She died on January 24th, 2009 at 10:30 p.m. due to complications of a UTI that went
septic through her system, and a blood clot that formed in her foot. She suffered and
painfully fought for three weeks... she was facing multiple amputations of all her limbs
and multiple organ failure. She was only 61.
My heart was imprinted greatly with her love and I am thankful for her. She made me so
much of who I am today.
Letting Go
by Amy Swanson
Letting go
of things that I
once held dear, believed in
My soul
stripped bare
in agony, for all the world to see
Heart beats
yet
it feels so cold inside
Silence
sits like stone
in my spirit.
Life has led us
on this
journey...
but one lonely road
sought us out with furious speed;
A road that was not wanted or desired.
How can you
be so accepting?
How can you
not be angry, as I am?
How can you
... still believe?
...and how will I
ever again believe...?
I feel as though life took a wrong turn...
or someone didn't write the script correctly...
it wasn't supposed to be this way.
I weep
great sobbing tears
that threaten to rip out my very essence
The pain so sharp
like knives of ice
The judgment harsh
unfair and undeserved
Sternly....
mercilessly...
delivered.
They say that there is peace in death
but there was none
only cruel suffering
that should not have been allowed;
torment inflicted
poor bruised body
until
so still you lay...
life was no more.
I ask, "What meaning can there be?"
I strain to hear the answer
but there is no response...
only unwavering silence.
A part of me will never be the same.
Existence I now view with different eyes.
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