Will the Words Ever Go?

September 16, 2014
By sneha14 GOLD, Glen Mills, Pennsylvania
sneha14 GOLD, Glen Mills, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear and how to be free from it. That's the point."


Fate changes so suddenly,
It feels like someone does it deliberately.
Can you imagine your destiny in a letter?
One that can break you or make you feel better…

He told me that a few months was all it would take,
He’d be back before my heart began to ache.
The clock kept ticking but I had to wait,
For the return of my soul mate.

Days, weeks, months passed,
When letters fell at my doorstep I said, “At last.”
Worry became my new middle name,
I kept praying that fate wouldn’t play a game.

Church bells would ring near by,
And I sat at home letting out a deep sigh.
Hopes of the future that I stumbled upon,
Made my heart feel conned. 

Letters over letters, I read them all,
After each one I couldn’t stand tall.
Sitting in the bathroom crying,
Had become my life and about it I was lying.

He was in an area where I couldn’t call him,
It just made me feel lonely and grim.
It had been months since he wrote me a letter,
I was worried that the doctors weren’t able to help him get better.

Today I received a letter from the base that he was at,
But it wasn’t one to tell me that he was sorry and began a new chat.
The handwriting on the envelope was one I’d never seen,
Worry filled my mind when I realized the envelope wasn’t clean.

His letters were always in clean envelopes and were neatly folded,
For a gruesome thought that crossed my mind I was mentally scolded.
My nimble fingers opened the messily folded letter,
Hoping that it was something about shelter.

Reading the words on the page,
I just couldn’t believe that it was his age.
I didn’t want to accept it,
He had such a bright spirit.

Suddenly life didn’t feel like a long and mundane wait,
It felt like it was too late.
I didn’t cry but neither did I blink,
For I’d lost the power to think.

I stood there frozen without any restraint,
Until my heart felt it better to just faint.
Would it be enough though?
Will the words ‘He’s dead’ ever go?

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