Four years ago...

Four years ago my tragedy ended

I cannot forget but I have learned to be mended

 Slowly I picked up the pieces of my shattered life

Tossed, churned & jagged these small pieces were proof of my strife

The anxiety & guilt were all that remain

How does life go on & one now sustain?

Such tragedy not many know so young

Wept tears for the end, deeply reminded as I sung

Vince Gil's, Go Rest High...

May times I listened and tried not to cry

Only now the memories serve as reminder of the strength I carry

No longer shamed am I to have them to bury

I look back at my shattered life from a place from high above

Flying blissfully, without fear, like a dove

I no longer feel regret, sadness or guilt

For I have worked hard not to forget the character that I’ve since built

Without sadness or fear that I did wrong

For God walked with me...and I still hear his beautiful song

Jesus loves me, Yes he Does!

In sadness he did not forget me just because…

I wondered then if all would forget of my sadness and pain

Now it’s all I can do to refrain

Speaking of this tragedy I thought unbecoming,

No one wishes for a life of misery and abuse

Now I wish to tell my story running

…& stop being a recluse

A life lived and now passed

A young life no longer set on course to crash

Now a mere memory of my continued strength,

Which some never achieve even with lives with much longer length

May God take my hand in endeavors ahead

Yet continue to remind me of the blood I have bled