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.