THE HAPPIEST TIME…
The happiest time in my life,
Well, there are two…
The first peace that I felt
Was when I was through.
When I closed my eyes
And took that last pill,
The night I decided
That I would always be still.
Such peace I felt, such quiet,
My grief gone,
I slept without worry,
I saw nothing…
Nothing at all.
It seemed of peace,
My first peaceful time,
I was done,
No more heartbreaking to find…
Feeling release would’ve felt true ,
If any release was even there to construe .
The second most peaceful day of my life,
Was the day I woke from my coma of strife.
I remember looking around the room,
And feeling so glad that things were there,
That colors were bright,
And my story would go on,
And screaming so loud, “MY GOD!
HOW COULD I HAVE EVER GONE SO WRONG?!”
For before, my first peace was all a lie,
For when I forced myself to die,
Nothing was there,
It was just black,
No tunnel with light,
No going back…
So when I awoke and saw my mother,
Her brow furrowed and heart asunder…
I couldn’t believe my eyes,
That I had lived after being so unwise…
And my first thought was of this,
That I must spread my message,
That I did not go for a reason,
I needed to reach out.
I needed to write.
I needed to finish my story…
So others could know,
It is worth it all
Every moment,
Every breath,
Every pain,
Every joy,
Every laugh,
Every day…
Enjoy it and embrace it,
Each and every moment…
For it is how we learn
And how we grow,
It is how we move on
To something more…
This life, and all its trials,
Has a vast gifted reward in store.