Hazel

Black and Red. Those are the only colors I see. The black clouds my mind making it difficult to find any light in me. The red — the color of blood. The only color I desire to see when the black consumes me. Tell me. Where did those pretty colors go?

The pain consumes me as the darkness pursues me. It’s hard to breathe. I feel like an anvil is sitting on my chest. Fear is gripping me. If only this all would end.

I can’t stop the tears
          That give away my fears.
          They haunt me day and night
          As I try to hide my fright.
          I feel my stomach drop
          As they refuse to stop.
          Can’t you see what it does to me?
          All I want to do is be.

Julie was a wonderful person.  She went through a lot of hard stuff in her life, including moving from an island she'd known probably her whole life, to moving to the states.  She battled cancer, and it was a rough battle she lost.  But, she didn't have to battle long, and I know that she is in a far better place now than she ever has been: where her Savior is.  She will be dearly missed by not only myself, but by everybody else who knew her and experienced her generosity.  However, I can be thankful that she's not suffering anymore, and I pray that her family can be thankful for that as well.