Life Worth Living Myriad reasons to go on, yet hopeless in tears to die for Ready to leave, nothing to take, just the broken heart of her twenty turbulent years Her pain unnoticed, her body abused and exploited, her mind dulled, and her dreams barred She’s much too young, but there’s no way out, and nothing to gain in each new day Shame and guilt too heavy to bear The last goodbye placed neatly on the table, the bottle nearly empty, her hands shake One more pill to swallow One more night of sorrow, then there will be peace Cold sweat and nightmares pulling her down deep, she’s frightened by the darkness, feeling the claws of death near With her fleeting breath, she whispers, “This is not peace,” asking God to forgive her, she fights to get on her feet Walking in the garden she trembles, pale, and weak Resonating light surrounds her among flowers and trees, and purple crocus blooms at her feet The beauty of nature cradles her as she frailly breathes, her soul filling with a newborn ray of hope clothed in the spring breeze She prays to God for her life to keep She vows to always remember, no pain is too great If God grants her wish, even in immense grief, she’ll forever declare: Life worth living A Sonnet to My First Daughter |
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