Glacia Townsend
RIP
My foes, as well as my friends, have stabbed me in my back
You stabbed me in a main artery under a sneak attack
The scars on my back were stitched up and I was basically okay
But living after the stab to my heart, there was just no way
As my soul was leaving my body I heard the doctors say
Her heart had too many bruises we couldn’t even make her stay
We could do surgery but it would only waste our time
One Dr. said to bring her any more pain would be committing a crime
This woman has lived a short life, and according to the wounds, full of pain
I don’t know how her back never broke from carrying so many chains
Her arms and legs were shackled and no clear spot can we find in her heart
She was scarred before her life could really get a start
This young lady fought many battles taking blow after blow
And every scar tells a story but we will never really know
All she had gone through to make it this far
With every area of her body bearing the story of an enormous scar
But what we can tell is she tried to carry the weight of the world
According to her shoulders, ever since she was a little girl
Her heart was big and she wore it on her sleeve
She was pure at heart and she was very naïve
Her brain shows that she thought everyone to be a friend
She had a forgiveness factor that never would end
You could hurt her, again and again, time after time
She would forgive you at the drop of a dime
It has been said a straw can break a camel’s back
From my examination that is where she was at
It was just one more stab wound, but her heart couldn’t take any more
This was her final battle, the end of her emotional war
Written by Glacia Townsend
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