This morning I thought
it was my last breath
when I slide on black-ice
flying without wings
body becomes light
then you hit the ground
there were no tears to shed
my heart bled...
Oh my children/have all the hopes of morrow
no one touched me
I wasn’t scared
but layed helpless on the snow/in darkness
my eyes were searching for light
my bleeding heart cried in pain and asked why?
desperate to see my loved ones
put my head to rest and cried silent tears of pain
on black-ice
only God was one breath away
I closed my eyes and used my wish wisely
then
I kissed my children’s rosebud cheeks.

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