Wednesday, March 23, 2011
No one heard the sobs racking her body
or when she tried to move on, go on, lift herself up.
After she jumped everyone wondered why.
What could they have done if they had seen?
They saw her vibrancy, her abilities, her gifts,
the joy of being around her; her presence and her
smile was a gift. They saw she produced, helped
others, was vital just by existing. They don’t
know why, they never will.
Everywhere they go now they see her tears,
see her face, recognize the legacy she leaves
with her tear stained life. They know it wasn’t
their fault, it wasn’t about them, but still they
see her face, her life, her hopelessness captured
on the walls of their minds. They wait with dread
for even that vision to fade one hue at a time
for where there is no future, there is no vision.