Epiphany

About someone I lost when I was ten.

 

You can't tell when strange things with meaning will happen...

William Stafford, American poet

 

You really can't, can you?

It is all unexplained and sudden

Carried on the swift wings of life

We rush to an unavoidable end

Either by the hand of another,

Our own,

Or by life's true calling of nature

Death is an unneeded, unavoidable

Tragedy, which grips us all

And stabs at our hearts

Without restraint or mercy

"She killed herself."

Words that have echoed

Through my head for years

Words that I shall carry like a burden

For as long as my life remains

Truthfully I only hope

I will never hear those words

Again

For while words are my grand salvation

These words are nothing

But the nightmares that plague

My dreams

Author's Note

Tell me what you think.