She Folded
She folded, quit, shut down, bled out
In a horrible, end-of-life way.
With pills
And lots of them
Never fulfilling her dreams,
Never finding her hopes.
Never traveling the road that would have led her
To a purpose that would have saved her
I had not reached out
Because she was on the fringe of my friends
A beautiful woman – glorious brown eyes.
Gorgeous black curly hair.
She was a goddess,
But she did not know
Some had told her but she had laughed
Not liking herself at all, plotting her demise
The cure of the fold
How easy it is to fold
To damage yourself and others
Through suicide
Never fulfilling her purpose
Never finding her dreams
Never traveling the road less traveled
The one you believe in and pave for yourself.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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