One decade ago a woman died.
A cousin of four decades
Between skeletons
And the supplies to create like Goddess,
Her closet burst open.
An acquaintance would never have known.
Her effervescence sometimes ebbed,
But never flattened.
Everything she did was an extreme.
Self-Confidence, fearlessness,
Problem-solving, creating, joking
Anger and sadness,
As if she exercised her soul,
By bearing the weight of others.
I wish I had been able to take mine back
In time for her to see my success.
But I wasn’t there,
Family tension can break anyone.
And it broke me.
And now ten years are empty
SickyBeat 