Let It Go

Having to sort through this wreckage you left behind; because you made a choice that led to your demise. We cried for you while you were on this planet. Now we mourn, while we cover our wounds with an emotional bandage. Why do I have to grab my chest because it is too tight for a small breath? Why does Mom have to pray just to be able to get out of bed most days? Why do we feel so unattached, when it was your decision to never come back? I don't ask these questions with anger or hate. I really just want to know; why did you make that decision that day? We were taught to rely on one another, because that was all we had. Now you left me to carry the weight of their pain well, I am sorry I don't think I can do that. This pain is much different from anything I have ever felt. A gaping hole deeply felt in my soul. I don't think anyone can help. So such as our past I have to stay strong; unlike you this weight I carry, I don't plan to carry for long.