letter one
sometimes it’s hard to understand
why god takes the good ones first
creating us in his perfect image
but forgetting to make us bulletproof
from the dangers of this cruel world
where school shootings and suicides
are the new normal as we’ve been
desensitized to the gory violence.
sometimes it’s hard to pray
when it feels like god has forsaken you
voice trapped in your throat
knees buckling at the weight of the world
and everything you ever feared is coming true.
sometimes, we don’t foresee tragedy
lately, all we see is tragedy on the tv screens
especially when many expected good news
i was one of many expecting good news
awaiting the day we could finally say, “i found you.”
sometimes i wish i could go back to nineteen
before i read the news article
before they pronounced you dead at twenty
before my heart broke for the last time.
sometimes, i wish i could stop the heartache
oh such heartache i feel
knowing that you’re gone
and there’s nothing i can do.
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Maj Forbes
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Gosh this was so heartbreaking. I'm so sorry for your loss 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️