A Life Well Lived… & Worthy of Death

She was called sunshine

For the sunny smile on her face

She was called puppy

For the spring in her pace

 

She was a fighter

She wasn’t known to be a quitter

The way she empathized

She was called a counselor

 

She had her naughtiness, she had her appeal

She was called the eternal temptress

She had a way with her eyes & her smile

& was rightfully the enchantress

 

She was as fresh as dew

She was as innocent as a bud

Her life an open book

Her face a window to her soul

 

She’d fallen & risen again

& fallen & risen yet again

She didn’t know why she was meant to fall

She didn’t know why she’d to endure pain

 

Her heart was torn to bits

Her soul bereft of any life

There wasn’t even the warm blood

If you cut her up with a knife

 

She grappled with questions

& she grabbed at answers, but all in vain

She didn’t see any reason

For all the misery & pain

 

Life, as she knew it, had ended

She looked back one last time

But it was too late; this is how it was supposed to be

She turned & she saw the greenery

She saw the mountains & the mist

& with his name on her lips

She stepped off the cliff…

 

 

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