I had to go out there to understand
to remember
to think
the candles were beautiful
your portrait too
the soft light from the
flickering flames made your
face even more beautiful than I
had remembered
you were there, watching
sitting beside me in the snow
wiping my tears away
I looked over that railing
watching the dark waters swirl
beneath my feet
the sound from the water was soothing
almost hypnotizing and
pitch black
for a moment there I felt like
jumping over, letting God take
me instead
I chose not to
for I am afraid of death
and want to live.
tisdag 3 mars 2009
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Keep moving through the sorrow, Ida. This is a beautiful poem. Choose life, beautiful life, and let the dark waters rush by you.
You are loved.
You are very good at poetry!
Painful, sorrowful, and beautiful at the same time. I love this =-)
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