The Truth of Her Mind

Death, My Friend

Death was my friend,
And of course she left.
I had a crushing pain in my chest,
When I put her to rest.

Death was kind,
She had a clever mind.
She always tried to find the way,
The way to make herself fly.

There were so many clues, yet...
What was I supposed to do?
All of us, we knew,
nobody wanted to accept the shattering truth.

~ ~~

Eventually Death made herself fly.
She didn't want to and it makes me cry.
It was a haunting day when she became an angel and reached for the sky.
But if you look at the stars you'll see her shining at night.

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For Carly; a friend, a warrior... and a beautiful soul who was taken too soon due to the cruel fate of cystic fibrosis.