I'M AT HEAVENS DOOR

I'M AT HEAVENS DOOR

10 pills on the counter...
Bag with a needle sharp as a twill...
Some coke on a mirror...
A rolled up dollar bill...

Well this is it...
I promise today...
After I do it...
I'll throw it away

I'll get rid of the baggage..
That I carry around..
You won't have to worry...
If I go to "that" side of town

I have it all planned...
I'll have the last laugh...
I'll get into college...
I'll be top of my class

I want to go to the park..
I want to play with my baby...
Throw a ball for my dog...
Lay with my cat and be lazy

See I have plans...
So much still to do...
So don't worry about me..
I do the worrying for two

I owe people money...
I think I owe some to you...
I'll pay everyone back...
This I promise to do

I know I have said...
I was ready before...
But this is the last time...
I know it for sure

See this time is different...
I can beat this thing...
Yes, it's Big and it's Huge....
And it has a strong hold of me

But I got this....
I can do all I want...
I'm stronger than most...
The others want what I got

So see I did it...
I broke from it's hold...
Wait. why are you crying
Why am i cold?

There are so many people....
They are crying too...
It's not what I meant...
Not the LAST thing I'd do!

Look I'm just sleeping...
I see me down there...
Someone wake me up...
No! Don't put me in there!

I'm floating above now...
Oh, Mom what did I do????
Of all of the dumb things,,,
I never meant to hurt you

How did this happen...
I just wanted one more...
The gates now are opening...
I am at heavens door


BY GWENDY VANUCCI
About the Author
I am a mother of 3... Minus one... Oh I hate the math part. My 20 year old Tommy, passed away in his sleep in his room on 3-30-09. Since then I have been struggling with grief...and I needed to deal with it. I grieved out loud...with words. I write poems on grief. If you liked the poem you just read, and would like to read more of my work, I have 3 books available at LULU.COM just look up my name GWENDY VANUCCI. I'm not out to make money off my sons death... I am out to help parents, grandparents, siblings, and friends...deal with the grief they feel. Grief is a normal healing process that we all go though. My journey with grief and my poems are a very raw look at all the stages we go through to hopefully feel whole again. I guess I have to keep writing, cause it's going on six years since my son passed, and it's hard to feel whole with a hole in my chest.
I'm Grieving, Now What?