I know how it feels to slowly fade
Quietly letting go of tomorrow’s pain
All due to one slip of the blade
Grief slips away through the drain…

Greatly burdened for one so young,
Pressed flat in that bright cold place,
Hearing heart heavy upon my tongue,
She bent her ear low to my face.

Poised her self most near to my lips,
Listened intently to jumbles confessed.
Knowing loose thoughts often sink ships,
Helped me to order my address.

Graciously inclined her capable heart,
Assured I should be granted a stay.
Consciousness quickly breaking apart,
Still I regretted that day.

Yet, while the gray turned into black
I pronounced her surely right.
No matter, should I not come back,
God has forgiven us in our plight.

L.L. Shelton, Copyright 2015