Was she floating or dreaming……

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Was she floating or dreaming.Sinking or swimming. Whatever it was it felt good.The freedom,the weightlessness,the silence.The aloneness and isolation.So good to be free.Away from him.The very idea of going back,or ever seeing his face again.Too much to even contemplate.As her body slowly made its way to the murky bottom of the lake,all she could think of was the freedom she had gained.She could hear the faint sounds of people calling her name above her,as her friends and family and others searched in vain.

                      Wondering what it was like to die,and where she was headed. Those were the questions that now filled her mind.She was afraid,but also curious.Sad to have left her children to fend for themselves,or at the hands of the state.But satisfied that at least she had set him on his way to the next world.She suspected and hoped he would find a warm welcome in the fires of hell.His cruelty so devastating to her and her children.But now they would all be free of the tyrant.
                        She could not face the years of incarceration that would being her future had she lived.Trapped behind bars forever.But here in the murky waters of the lake,she was at last free.
                   To take her final journey to wherever that would be……….

Is it done,am I free
Am I dead,with so much left unsaid
I love my children,but I have set them free
So they can be,what they will be
No more will he abuse,knock them down,and call them fools
No more will they be fearful,of his cruel and callous ways
How he blackmailed us with his financial prowess on oh so many days
I’m glad that he is gone,for we are safe now,no more tears to shed
My children can safely lie in there beds,with no more fear or dread

Although I am not with you now,nor ever will be again
Be certain I will always watch over you in whichever way I can
I don’t know where I’m going,or what will lie ahead
But this is what happens to a person when they are dead
I am afraid I tell no lie,but I’m also curious
But I’m hopeful your life will work out,the way you’d like it too
I could not face that prison term,trapped for evermore
Behind some solitary iron clad,steel and solid door

I did him in,maybe it is a sin,but maybe God will understand
This was not a nice,decent man,showing his family an honest hand
He was cruel,he was mean,he was nasty and unclean
He was brutal,a buffoon,a demon who was underhand
He was not in any way,qualified to be a family man
He should not have lived,it’s best he is dead
So that his cruelty and meanness is better left unsaid

I ask your forgiveness my children for what it is I have done,
I have taken away someones brother,some mothers son
But I have set you free my children to live a better life
Be not like your father,but be a better man
Don’t be that snake in the grass,don’t be so underhand
Lift people up with the kindness of your words,and be an honest man
Please understand I could take no more,of his cruel,brutal ways
Don’t be angry with me,the way I left this life.Cant you see I’m happy now
I’m free,maybe one day you will understand
Be free my children and live a happy life
As I will watch over,and love you,each and every night.

This was written in response to a photo prompt seen here :
http://creativewriting.ie/writing-prompts/

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