THE KINDNESS IN ENDING IT

by Francesca Morales

If the sun could heal the wounds of the dark

Or if music could stitch your crescent marks,

Then the world wouldn’t weep, nor would you call,

In anguish and in pain, with your tears that fall.

If I could have seen the demons in you, 

And were stronger than your memories too,

I’d write you a bridge with the comfort I know,

And lift you in a dream from a bird's eye view.

But words don’t matter to those who’ve chosen,

To stay trapped in a suffocating repetition,

And righteous as it may be, I chose to help you,

To breathe life into a corpse that remains undue.

I thought offering you a home would expel your demons,

That breathing life into the dead would give your life meaning,

That the world would be right if I extended a hand,

Alas, arrogance wouldn’t change your life on my command.

For I opened up my home, to the hauntings of your ghosts,

Despite my prayers, they clung to you with an oath,

To turn me into a mere memory, to make me into a ghost,

So they turned me into your enemy, and I became their host.

I’ve dug my own grace offering you my words,

You took them as a weapon, to strike me with a curse,

You offer your comfort that, “It's not about you!”

My response for you was: “Then who?”

Who hurt you so much that they tarnished “I love you”

Who spat “I hate you” instead as if it were true.

I can’t give you the words that fit a mold,

I am not yours to hurt, nor am I yours to hold.

I can’t save those who chose death and falsehood,

I wish the view was better than what you understood,

I prayed that life would find you before you decay,

I hope your demons will leave you one day.

But as the sun sets for us now,

It is time to move passed this somehow,

I’ve given my time, my heart, and more,

I’ve done my part, I’ve settled the score.