Pain is not just a feeling,
pain can define and control you like a puppet,
pulling your strings and making you dance.
You decided to cut the strings and set yourself free.
You grew so tired of dancing that you took a bow and left.
You left the spotlight shining with nothing but a quiet stage.
You had so much to finish, but you thought your time was through.
Without a warning you vanished,
leaving us to wonder what went wrong.
We were so ready to watch you grow and succeed,
but you felt as though you had done enough.
I don't know what to think.
I don't know how to act.
Instead I think of how this lump in my throat
is falling to my stomach.
My hands are shaking, but my tears are steady.
The world fades,
and I fall into a pile of memories.
That pain that controlled you is no more.
The spotlight dims and the stage fades to black.
The curtain falls.
What a beautiful life it was.
