My older sisters died from addiction, this poem is inspired by her life and death. |
-I’m Letting Her Go- by Keaton Foster She’s dead Killed by sin Wicked from within Stupid throughout She made her choices And for quite some time She managed to live with them No longer is that the case I’d miss her if I could But the truth be told I didn’t even know her Related by blood Does not mean Relation through interaction Her and I had never spoken Strangers in every way possible Quite sad is the truth of our case I wish it could have been different But there was never a chance For a difference to be had I am here, at her funeral I didn’t want her to be alone I am the only one still standing The only who knows she dead The preacher speaks his mind Spilling his standard diatribe Warning no one of death Reminding only me of mortality He ends with a hearty Amen Quickly I repeat He turns and walks away Leaving us truly alone Here at the foot of her grave She was my older sister Born long before me Both of our parents are dead There is no one else but me I am the last of our name The only one who remembers I’m sad to see her go But in many ways I know That she is no longer suffering I’m letting her move on Not by my choice But by her very own She chased release Through addictive means In time she paid the price She had to know that her life Would come to this She never reached out And to be fair and true Never did I I will regret that Now that I cannot change it She’ll regret nothing She is deceased Dealt in by her choices And the vices she couldn’t control I’m letting her go Free to rot in the ground Free to soar through the sky Such a choice is not hers or mine Such a choice is God’s alone And certainly he has already made it Maybe in time I’ll see her again Then again, maybe I won’t Either way I guess matters none I loosen my grip The handful of dirt slips I whisper a solemn goodbye I’ll miss you sister unknown For a time I know I’ll be sad Then one day I know that I won’t… I’m Letting Her Go Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |