Death Became Her

January 5, 2010

Life didn’t come naturally to her,

Nothing really came naturally to her, not even death.

She drowned out of misery and loneliness.

Many refused to believe her way of escape.

If people would have seen the warning signs,

could they have gotten her help?  Probably not.

The wall around her was thick, thick as the trees in a forest.

I noticed, but was too afraid to speak my peace.

Her mind seemed to wonder away when you spoke to her.

Her only talent seemed to be writing.

How she enjoyed that. Hours upon hours she wrote songs,

poetry, plays and even novels.

None the world had seen until her death.

Everything she wrote was published, reviewed and loved by many.

How ironic death actually became her  in the end by death.


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