When the flame of life extinguishes

Lately I have lost one of my friends. I knew her for nearly 15 years and loved her. She was such an amazing, wonderful person with the greatest heart. Last week I was informed that she is no more.

I dedicate this poem to her. Rest in Peace, my friend.


 

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Growing up, she’s the different child

no matter how calm, no matter how wild

it never fits, it’s never a match…

no friends, no fun, on her soul is a scratch.

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Jokes and laughter every day

but she’s not part – she is the prey!

It took a while, but then the shock

to others she is the laughing stock.

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The years go by, but not the pain

Everyday life becomes more strain.

Sometimes better, then again for the worse

she knows deeply inside, her weight is a curse.

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Being an adult she’s got the greatest heart

but people don’t care, they still rip her apart.

She’s so amazing with no edges and nooks

still nobody cares; it’s all about the looks.

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She’s hurt and used by so called ‘friends’

repeatedly pierced and got no amends.

Getting it bad by only weeks apart

At the end she decided to take heart.

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She made a decision, in secret, and slow.

that to her it was time to turn and to go

on silent soles, her inside in strife,

she blew out her own flame of life…

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(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, November 2015)