I know I can allow tears

  Sliding down. Hurry I
race to help, hear the whispers
that escape your lips.

  Oh how the tears fall as
I know I missed the meaning,
the last breath.

  My soul shakes, trembles
knowing that I will be okay
when you leave. I will be strong
before many blank faces.

  Strength I gain from Jehovah
keeps me, otherwise I am sinking.
Mud engulfing me. Suffocating.

  Oh Jehovah pick me up,
help push me forward as my
heart wants me to lay down.
To just give up. I know I can
allow tears but please help
me. I close my eyes and hope
the right choice is made.

   hope. Hope. HOPE.

  My eyes, mind drained.
So weary is the soul, heart
yet conscience is alert, aware
of all.

  How do I let go? Grieve?

  A soft, cool breeze chills
me, entering through my
open window.

  Jehovah, thank you for
reminding me all will be
well. I will, can cope.