In A Distant View, There's A Somber Rope Poem by Christopher Cariad

You hang there
from the somber rope.
A distant memory
who lost this song of hope.
While only a few hours ago
you were sitting in a room filled with candles,
thinking about the times you couldn't handle.
A life that's grown sweet and pure,
a life that felt so insecure.
You wished you hadn't lived at all.
As you put the priceless jewelry on,
kissing the pictures of the ones you love,
walking through the doors beyond.
You hang there,
in remembrance of the pain you had.
Now a free spirit
flying through the bad.