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.