Torn
If only I could get your advice
For I know that you would have the answer
I feel adrift at sea without your presence
The root of sorrow deepening with each day
I hold fast to the belief that you will pull through
Even when every sign cements your parting
Every positive thought conceals deep rivers of fear
How would you handle this? No doubt far better than I
Always so self-assured and confident; wondrously so
Clearly, your mind is fighting the good fight
Yet your body is crying for release
So what do I pray for you my dear sweet friend?
To stay here among us or to become an angel
To guide lost souls and broken hearts
To nurture spirits and protect fragile souls
I’ am torn beyond all reason
My words unread by blind eyes
My screams of anguish fall on deaf ears
My heart breaking with every beat
Selfishly wanting you to come back to us
Yet recognizing the choice has never been mine
If only I could get your advice
For I know that you would have the answer
© Rose Limongi 2005