Tuesday, 16 June 2009

• Time to Face Freedom. For Wendy.

  Wishing to show some image of hope, I opened up the crystal box, the only thing left from you, the only thing I could see through.
  Yet, somehow, the only things to comfort were the clothes left in the wash, to help the dry the tears shed from loosing you.
  Wonder what it would be like to see you still alive, to see if you could thrive.
  Wonder at the many times you laid down with hope and anger, how many times you did not take the helping hands of a stranger.
  Wonder at the bruises you bore, the clothes that you wore, the curtains you tore.
  Wonder at the times the liquor got to you before you got to it,
  Wonder how much more you could have to tried to live without it.
  So the blame goes towards a poisoned liver, and while your daughter was high, the yellow-you made me quiver.
  What could I do? What can they do?
  The drink had got to you before you got to it,
  Wonder how much more you could have tried to live without it.
  You are the face my sister, you are the face of the lost before death I embrace.
  You are the face my sister, you are the face of the battle some will still face.
  And I won't forget you, not one moment as you have flown away, there is so much more to what freedom can say.
  It is time to face the freedom and now is the day.
  
  Alexa Faith
  
  

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