Whispers in the Dark...
a year and a half has passed since when the dear Lord called you home... A year and a half of troubled days; yet... time enough to mend.... Though days have sped by rapidly I can't recall an hour,When thoughts of you don't linger near; those thoughts have so much power. The memory of your last few weeks still haunts me to this day. I don't seem able to let them go; Please ~~~ help me find a way. Although I'm only humanthe guilt still tears at me. Those "little things" unthought-of; those "little things" I did not see. Unable to resolve the strife, The burden never ending. I find I dare not speak of it For others have done Their mending. To myself I keep my thoughts Fearing ridicule and scorn from those more able to move ahead and see a brighter morn... Healing comes with Time, it's said. Time has, thus far, no cure. How much of it must need to pass? How much must I endure? I need a key to unlock the door where all this pain and guilt reside. Ple...