It was an event I couldn't understand, and still do not;
But I remember every detail.
The floral arrangement that surrounded him,
The fitted white tux he Wore in eternal slumber,
The shine of the open casket that blinded me as I kneeled in front of it.
A dead boy.
The sobs from his mother echoed off the wall and floor and cut Through my soul, and I wanted to claw my eardrums out.
No righteous God could bear to hear those cries.
In one silent, swift gesture, I slipped the bracelet that carried the Symbol of the cross off of my wrist.
I never put it back on.
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Poetry"I believe that maturity isn't dependent on age, But rather the severity of the trials the mind and heart have undergone." Growing up comes with so many challenges that can be uncomfortable and confusing. We're all thrown into the ocean and expec...
