Death of a loved one

There is a tender place where not all of us go. When something fragile unwinds and a whisper calls your name. There's an offer of peace & a prayer for forgiveness. It's when the search for relief barteres rest. It's an offer to repair all that has been undone. It's an invitation to a darkness that welcomes all of your pieces home. No more, nothing, it feels better to be over than the fight for every breath you need to continue so you can just be here. Your thoughts leave you to rest. It's acceptance that you are by yourself in a world you never found your piece off and felt there was no one to left to care.

Iam heartbroken another woman has found her place among others in fear. RIP my friend.

I understand. Ive visited this place and wished I could've warned you before your journey there. I would've loved you most.