"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."

Friday, September 30, 2011

so she runs.

She no longer lingers on her bed.
The pains of memories were to strong, she fled.

Putting on her running shoes, she walked out the door with a silent cry of the
coming.

She flies to the sources without letting her body take one
single rest.
her love no longer caressed.

She can't breathe, but she still moves.
The people watch, as she drops no clues.

The sting of her tears hug to her eyes
Her outside won't show it, but inside she cries.

Reminded of her weaknesses, she quickens her paces.

not wanting to give in, not wanting to fall.
she keeps moving on. Her body wanting to crawl.

The night is freezing, she forgets her breathing.

She looks to the sky, and see's its forgiveness.
but its his she needs, the rest; meaningless.

she ran, delimitating her bodies borders.
legs, restraining the masters orders.

The tears slide, as her lips chant.
The words of the weak "I can't I can't I can't.."

She falls to her knees. As she silently begs him, please
the cold cement embracing her bodies blow.

the colours she see's change from vibrant to dull.

her eyes begin to close. the gasping slows.

Her life was perfect, so blessed was she.
full of friends and family who proved worthily.

her blessings were triumphant, and god was by her side.

but on this night with darkened skies
you hear the whisper,

"this girl has passed, her last breath gone, her heart was torn. She no longer could go on."