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I Am At Peace
Spare the words that are going to come out of your mouth.
They don’t mean a thing.
All I can here is the sweet sound of death calling my name.
I can see it standing there and patiently waiting.
It knows that I have unfinished business.
The time is ticking.
I don’t have much time.
I anxiously say my goodbyes.
The hugs and kisses to those that I love.
They are unaware that it will be the last moment that they will see me alive.
My face will be tear stained because it will show the apologetic sorrow that I offered before I left.
I lay upon my bed for the last time.
I see my surroundings for the last time.
I am sleepy.
I feel myself fading away.
I am at peace.
I hear the cries of my husband that found me.
He picks up my lifeless body but it’s too late.
He didn’t reach me in time.
My master plan succeeded.
I am with him. I can hear and feel him calling out my name.
I can still taste his tears on my motionless mouth.
My life force is gone.
I am no more.
I feel a hand softly pull me upward.
I look back and I saw my husband holding my lifeless body.
I see the face of the being that is pulling me away.
It is smiling.
It is talking to me without moving its lips.
I see my boys waiting for me.
They come and grab my hand.
They take me away.
It is true. The good memories are there.
I am happy. I am free.
Although, I hear the cries and mourning of my beloved family.
I am at peace and I know that everything will be okay.
I will watch them from where I am.
They will always feel my presence.
I am where I want to be.
I am at peace.