Strongest heart,
biggest,
bravest,
most loving,
hers alone,
and
no one else's.
Grandest of gifts,
from heaven above,
from angel to angel.
Paths forced to cross,
by hand of God.
The learning,
the loving,
the growing,
the chance,
the gift,
so prayed for,
so worked for,
so treasured,
so rare.
Insanity
invades,
madness,
destruction,
discard.
Sadness,
sorrow,
pain in the highest.
The why of it all,
such wonder filled gift,
so wasted,
so thrown away,
and for what?
Gun to chest,
point blank range,
trigger pulled,
bullet in,
straight to heart,
mortally wounded,
this fighter fights,
to save life,
to save love,
against all odds.
By miracle
with heavens help
once more,
life remains,
love remains,
mortally wounded,
without mortality,
cheating Satan's plan.
Long
slow
process,
healing,
slowly,
painfully,
so powerfully painfully,
by only power of miracle.
Gunned once again,
and again,
and again,
bullets
in a row,
lined to do job,
rip through strong heart,
till weaker and weaker.
Nothing left to hang onto,
no reason,
but for the love so true,
so fighting,
til end,
and beyond,
back again,
and again,
from the grave.
The search,
for the glimmer of hope,
to once again find the joy,
nowhere to be found,
but the praying does not end,
that the love will not.
