Written for and dedicated to Aunt Vickie
To some, the pain of living,
becomes too much to bear.
She chose to end her life, but…
that doesn’t mean she didn’t care.
The Blanket of Depression
shrouds the mind in misery,
And suffocating blackness
is all that she could see.
Please know, though you are grieving,
there was nothing you could do.
She chose this way to end HER pain,
NOT to escape from you.
Let tears wash away your anger,
allow your aching heart to grieve,
Keep your memories of the good times...
then set her Spirit free.
©Sharon Langan
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