In the shadow of the grief of others, I know not how to speak.
Yes, I’ve been in those same holds before, medieval stocks,
But I recall the pains of an event long ago.
No matter how dark the night, or indeed the day,
My final thought upon enactment is always of my loves.
I could never allow them to feel that undying ache again.
So how does one come to that final point of relief?
To know that feeling of leaning forward and looking deep into the abyss,
to have actually jumped into it I…
well, I cannot even fathom the concept of a shade that black.
Has she never experienced that unyielding pain from those who left only questions?
I can only presume not, as for someone so genuinely thoughtful to have left those she cares for so undone…
The family left to mourn will never be the same.
If peace was what she was searching for in the dark,
then I hope that is what she found,
on her solo travels late on a cold winter night.