I read a sign yesterday that quote.
That even in your failing you are not a failure.
The only time you become a failure is after you give up.

My son, hear my pleas from heaven above me.
My heart is broken that you left at a young age.
May the Lord guiding you in heaven right now.
May he be looking out now for all of those.
That you love with an perfect love my son.
May your wife and children get extra blessings.
May he be protecting them with much tenderness.
May his light always shine on all that he loves.

Fields flood high of corn stalks
As we drove along with the country roads
Leaves splattered pathways in a vibrant tint
Electrifying the crisp air around us
Pumpkins grinned softly
Nesting in beds of acorn heads

Fall couldn't be any better
Than watching out the window
And laying my eyes upon the setting sun
While apple cider and spice linger in the ether
Protected in your sweater

Emotional sediment settles in my pelvic bone,
I commence the process of petrifying.
Set down to rest in a small pebbled bed,
I am heavy and weighted and mineralizing.

Genuine like a child
Candid like an open book
Exotic like The Wild
Reassuring like a second look

The door opens suddenly,
Enter she that I love dearly,
But her stare is blank and desolate,
And her skin is pale and sickly.

She falls and wails beside the couch,
She feels her soul is split,
She needs embrace I cannot give,
She would not dare permit.

For touch of man disgusts her,
The sight of man reviles her,
And I cannot even comfort her,
Because a man defiled her.

I sit and weep away from her,
I could not have comprehended,
I pray she’ll rise and carry through,
But for now, for this abiding moment of grating pain and grief beyond understanding,
For now, her world has ended.