The soft sound of classical music fades into the background

Tears fall from my eyes like pools of lava

It burns.

Will I ever learn?

Where is peace?

You passed on

Too beloved to move on

And I need some relief

God, Hear me in my hour of despair

And be kind to me

I am full

But my hands are empty

I grab on to the vestiges of a time long gone

Wondering what happened to yesterday?

My Father’s voice used to be a call away

Now I feel a burning in my chest that won’t go away

I got angry

And broke the TV

Threw my cell phone into the street

And put somebody in a headlock for messing with me

But it brought me no peace!

Now I’m fighting to become the person I wanna be

And for me that starts with healing

Sincerely, Ayesha