I don’t know if this is
the right way to say it,
But is that what you remember of me?
Was it when I said, “It’s okay”—
While anger crept in quietly?

Deluded, unsure of how to be,
Light arrived, just as suddenly.
I was everywhere around them,
aching to stay,
Yet piece by piece, I faded away.

It was a sickness that sought me out,
Shattering all I was — no doubt.
And maybe the only part I played
Was trying to rise… not let grace fade.