Stepping out into the world.
The morning chill, cold and bitter.
A deep breath, slow and steady,
deep going in, and released with a mist of nothingness.
So sweet feels the morning sun,
warming his face as he steps into the light.
His skin so pale, so fragile and thin.
Like paper almost translucent.
His attire seems normal.
A black Raiders hat to block out the sun.
Or so it seems.
A heavy coat worn over long sleeves,
to keep him warm.
Another charade that he wears.
Jeans, never shorts, he wears to keep the prying eyes.
Underneathe his clothes
he bears the mark of a fate that ends in tragedy.
His head disfigured by the operations.
Too much pressure, too much pain.
His arms bear marks of so many invasions,
robbed of his blood, of his pride, of his life.
His legs crippled, for his own body seems to hate him.
So much bad, so little precious time left.
Hospital bills, plague his family,
but to give up would kill them.
So he takes the burden of pain and suffering,
as they take on all the rest.
Delaying the inevitable, to full extent.
The pain gets worse, and he can't hide it.
Rushing! Chaos!
The ambulance light blind him
as his heart races with anticipation.
Back he goes. Remission no more.
His family prays.
He grows tired.
Tirred of the fighting, and tired of knowing all to well.
He can't take this world, this pain.
He finally gives up.
Hearts break everywhere that night.
Mother on the ground, crushed, dazed.
Father nowhere to be found, alcohol heals his pain.
Sister in shambles, 'How could this be?'
Tossing and turning, I can't sleep.
My father has yet to arrive and it's past two in the morning.
Enginge idling in the driveway.
Sweet relief, he's home.
He comes in, eyes red.
'Se fue, nos dejo.' Whispers rush out from his mouth.
'He's gone, he's left us.'
Millions of thoughts rush in at once.
Who? Where to? What is going on?
The confusion overwhelms me.
Then in the back of my mind,
where my deepest fears, and my hidden truths lie in wait,
his face appears.
Sorrow floods.
Like a maddening river, my tears flow out
overwhelming my hot cheeks, and stinging my lips.
Pain left in this world, by this loss.
Yet, uncovered truths remain.
He lit up the world with his smile.
In pain he always lay, yet laughter he used as escapeing.
No harm did he bring to this world, only peace and love.
Reaching deep in hearts while he was here.
Changing lives of loved ones.
That is my remembrance.
That is my comfort.
R.I.P "Chivo"
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