Georgia Peaches's blog: "Poems"

"I'm Sorry" - Continuation to "Night of Horror"

Today is my anniversary.
The one month anniversary of my death.
Was it the continuous beating that killed me?
Or was it the disease eating up my cells, my heart, my soul?
The doctor's still don't know.
If it was the disease, does that mean that the bruises will be ignored?
That the nights of painful abuse mean nothing?

As I lay in my casket,
Seven feet underground,
I close my eyes.
I remember my funeral.
All of my friends were there.
He was there.

I watched as they all wept for me.
The love of my life and my best friend included.
I watched as they held each other, in pain, tears rolling down their cheeks.
Swiftly, my spirit wrapped my wings around them,
held them close,
as I softly whispered,
"I will always be here."

I feel a tug on my wing and look down.
Standing there,
is my son.
As beautiful and as radiant as ever.
I hold him close,
happy to be reunited again.

We both look at his father and hold his hand.
Then they start to lower my body into the seven foot drop.
Everyone around me cries, but I hear one more powerful than anyone else's.
I look back.
My mother.

She is thrown on the floor as my brother’s hold her, silent tears in their eyes as well.
I look at my father.
Tears are in his eyes.
Then he whispers something no one else is meant to hear,
"I'm sorry."

My eyes open as I think of what happened a week ago.
Silently, I begin to pray:

"Almighty Father, guide the children that are like me. Guide them into the knowing light. Shield them from the horrible fight. Let them feel that they are loved. By everyone, especially myslace, who never felt loved but by two people in my lifetime who I was grateful to have. Guide them into you arms Father and shall they feel pain no more."