Emotional Way To Be

She dreamed of days of
Can-not-be’s
And wished for those that were
Have-not-only-see’s
In a world full of whispers
And shadows of talking
All that she wanted was
Do-not-leave-me.
Why are things always hardest
For the survivors
Of themselves?
And why is it so much easier
For her to forgive
And not think twice
At forgetting her sin
Enshrined in trendy phrases
She knows
As surely they do too
That it wasn’t love on her arms
But blood
Leaving trails of
Why-not-me’s?
And tears.
Life is all the better for the living
But perhaps worse
For those who want nothing but
Leave me be’s.
The true pain-
Agony-
Found both in God’s will
And God’s won’t
Left with the doubt
That she may be alone.
Thus another tragedy
To be despised by so many
For not realizing that all the shining armor
Hid dragons