The difference between sickness and death,
The same as breathing and that final breath.
Remarkable in its finality,
Comfort and grief, a strange duality.
From my world of hurt, pain unlike any other
Repress the pain of losing a mother.
It cannot be done I have come to learn
To get by yourself you have to discern.
A new path. Unlocked, without her guidance,
Staying true to course, avoid subsidence.
Darkness awaits the hearts of those who fall
Those who obsess over that final call.
Goodbye is hard, but suffering harder,
Permission to pass, no need to martyr.