I cried so many times before you rany away.
Ran into the abyss unknown,
whilst leaving your children behind.
You ignored my tears, even in the last minute,
causing me to ask if we could have ever understood who you were.
I heard the sound of your death, but my mind denied it and shook it off.
Through a reflection in the glass and trapped in a cage he told me you were gone.
I guess I should understand that you needed your gentle peace to come.
The anger I now harbor,
And the hurt I now bear,
ache within me.
I see you everywhere and wonder if your peace has really come.
I fear the peace,
but not in death, in life.
I feel it coming to me; but at what cost?
And can you ever really be there?
I feel you around me;
and I do not understand it.
Are you even really there?
even if you are;
How can I know you won’t leave me again?