One last word

   If there was ever one last word I could say
what would it be? Why?

   Oh how the sky holds me tight. How the
distance I travel to escape all that was given
and left. How do I push on? Oh how do I?

   Yes some day I stand in silence contemplating
that very question but I know nothing will
come of the answer. Almost afraid to hear what
would be said. Do I really want to know
what needs to be aired? Probably not. Best
to walk away from that intense conversation.

    How do I continue when days pull me down?
When the thoughts, the memories draw deep
wounds up? How could I ask why in this matter?

    Still looking up I see, feel Jehovah holding
me in his arms. Carrying me to safety and guarding
my scars until they heal.

    One last word would be how.

    What would you ask in one word?