'Tethers', by Mike
They say a moment is a minute, yet some persist for a lifetime.
Hearing words of your limits, but when pressed you said, "I'm fine".
Knowing you're hurting and seeing your pain, with too much taken and no will to remain.
Vision is blury and nothing is clear, no speed limit, no map, no helmet, just fear.
A Journey planned with tears in her eyes, her destination decided, not to be alive.
Our love and our vision keeps us all here, a list of reasons, without it, just leaves emptiness and fear.
Small circle in your diary, your moment marked down. The line drawn in ink, just happened to be round.
Plans made to leave, without saying goodbye, it's what happens when theres nothing left that ties.
You'll take it from them, the memories you made. Youll teach them a lesson, it shall not fade.
Tethers cut, you're set adrift, pushing away you're creating the rift.
Sudden attention from superficial friends, decieved they support your plans for the end.
Family notice you shrinking away, trying to help you in their own thoughtful ways.
One in particular, noticed you drowning. His Words repeated, "I will not see you this down!"
Pushing away, you know where you're going. He doesn't relent, and you show no signs of slowing.
One day in confidence, you shared a distruth, your body is sick and your life you will lose.
Convincing people who have been hurting too, you tell them lies your doctors *cant save you*.
You say you're okay and you feel some sun, but you draw your plans and you get a gun.
He demands the truth, he sees right through you. He knows that cancer is not taking you too.
Battles erupt, he needs some proof. That you're sick, your dying, and theres nothing to do.
Sickness he sees, but not in your tummy. He knows that you ache night and day for your mum.
Threats of white coats only sever the bond, that they spent so many years working so hard on,
You push him further and harder than ever, he is hurt and doesn't know how to make it better.
It's christmas time and you call him again, you ask if him if you'll be again, friends.
He says he's angry, and knows not how to help, he needs time to consider the hand she's been dealt.
One last time he decided to try. Asking for the truth and needing to know why.
She makes it clear there nothing left here, nothing but her pain, her darkness and there is fear.
He knows he must help her, but decides to wait, a few days before calling, but it was too late.
A knock on the door, and tears in her eyes, my mum tells me that little Julie has died.
I anchored myself, i wanted to stand weather, i knew she was in deep need of a tether.
The world got noisy and it was hard to hear, the darkness fell on me then and nothing was clear.
Looking back now, you said you were going. I saw you leaving, and tears started flowing.
I knew you were traveling, i knew you were gone, even before i had heard the news at dawn.
Trying to help you, i learned a few things. I learned that the people around you are thin.
They must be colour within a great contrast, not the canvas, not the paint, not the sail nor the mast.
If life is a puzzle and love is a game, then losing this bad, makes everything change.
If jigsaw surrounds us and a pictures we build, losing pieces like this, means theres holes to be filled.
RIP LA.
The end
