She Was Born

Maria

She was born a free spirit.

She was the most beautiful woman in all the world.

She loved me and I loved her.

Her name was Maria. Her soul told my soul that I was worthy of her love.

She touched me . . . she loved me.

Then she was taken from me.

It was morning. The sun still hid its light beneath the horizon.

I awoke because of the sound.

The scream.

The horror.

I ran to where I thought the screams originated. But dreams can fool you.

I was alone.

Maria had died the day before.

It does not matter. We all die. We are all born with a death sentence.

It was I who found her body.

Her eyes looked into mine, but she did not see me.

As I looked at her broken body, I knew that was not her.

Her essence had fled to another part of the universe.

She was my love.

Now he must die.

I retrieved my gun and went in search of my brother.

He was where I knew him to be.

I raised the gun and stuck the barrel into his ear.

His brains sprayed out

His blood formed a red mist that floated in the air for a moment.

He was gone.

But his death did not bring back my Maria.

Now I will join her.

The gun barrel feels right in my mouth.

I pull back the hammer.

My hand is on the trigger.

My mind is on Maria

My finger squeezes the trigger.

I am no more until my essence is reborn.

Maria will find me.

Love is like that.

Andrew Joyce’s Molly Lee

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4 Replies to “She Was Born

    1. Thank you. I’m glad someone gets it. Most people think I’m nuts. Although my dog is on the fence concerning my sanity, so there’s still hope.

      1. I worked for Crisis Hotline and took a lot of suicide calls. What I know is that our feelings are our feelings, like it or not and no one has a right to argue with or criticize your feelings because even we cannot change them. We can overcome them but we can’t change them. Your poem represents a convoluted situation and people want a clean solution with a happy ending. Acceptance is the only solution because it is not our right to judge. “Never judge a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes”. I think your poem is an important one and reminds me of the song, “The night the lights went out in Georgia.”

  1. I get it, but it is unsettling, justifiable but sad. I hope they find each other, there’s no guarantee. The universe is funny that way.

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