December 12, 2011
By emilyR. BRONZE, Santa Cruz, California
emilyR. BRONZE, Santa Cruz, California
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Favorite Quote:
"On the final day I die, I want to hold my head up high, I want to tell You that I tried,To live it like a song. . ." -Switchfoot "Where I Belong"

I woke up today, dark on the window,
rain on the window,
like tiny crystals that carry the tears of Gods.
God’s tears at the wasteland we’ve made of our lives,
the wasteland I made of mine. . .

I woke up this morning, a weight on my chest,
A knife in my heart called faith and trust.
The wind on the windows whistling,
brought on by the wings of Angels,
A thousand working Angels,
on their way to save a life,
but not mine. . .

I woke up today, barely breathing,
a cold in my lungs known as death.
The wind and the rain in the darkness,
bringing hope of a life after this.
I listen hard for the Angels,
their coming by to take me home.
Then I saw the Angels, standing by my side,
now I know it’s time, time to say goodbye.

The author's comments:
It's from the point of view of a loved one who is dying and has to leave their family and friends behind.

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