Last good-bye


Sitting here, I can't help but stare.
Your lifeless body just sits there.
Your lips are in a line.
You don't open your eyes.

All around you people cry,
Children stare with wide eyes,
As your you body lies there,
With your daughter by your side.

I look to my right,
Was met with curious  eyes.
Tears steamed down my cheeks.
"Why does everyone cry?" he asked.

I sighed, trying to hide the sadness from my voice as I tried explain to his six years old ears.

After sitting there for what felt like years.
His tiny hand grabbed mine as he dragged me up to our uncles side,
I forced out between my cries
My last good-bye.

Stories, a frication of yourself put into too words, sketching out a picture of something you wish or knew.

Putting your likes dislikes, hobbies, and emotions into a relatable character.

Not only does the reader fall for one of your characters they fall for the writer.

Writing is an escape, one that is a lot like reading.

You can paint the world a different color with each delicate phrase.

Dipping your paint brush and began to write.

Drawing pictures for the mind, every line, every detail placed precisely on the blank canvas before you.

Bring to life a new world that's captivating ..

New with experiences that some people can't even imagine.

But that's the writer's job, it's our job to bring light onto a different portal, a different reality.

To bring hope to the hopeless, to bring help to the helpless and to change the heart of the angry.



But these are the words of a young writer who has not seen the whole world, who has much to learn, much to grow and much more to be taught.

I try to scream out in a despreit cry for help, all that comes in a yelp. No one sees it, they can't hear me. In my head im withering in pain but on the outside i smile and hide it all away. So many thoughts, worries and fears, all these doubtful voices i hear burn my ears and drown me in my tears. I sit here while he is over there. Floating on the sea and fighting a war for men who only see him as a number. I feel like im in a jar screaming for them not to take him away but they can't hear me.. He maybe here today but i know its not to stay. Everything will change but ill support him either way. All i want to say is i love you and hope he will stay, stay for one more day. The navy is my enemy for taking my light way.