Untold Stories

Give me the pen 
I want to write.

Quiet the room, soft lights
I have unfinished stories to tell so they can end.
I have unfinished lives to complete.

Let me unwrite this story I am living.
Erase my grandmother's pain. I don't have to carry it anymore

I want to breathe out her last sigh,
Cry her last tear,
Pray her last prayer,

I want to put down her sadness
To live, and love, and write a new and beautiful story
A story about how love got us here and now will lead us home.

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