This is the story of a time when all the world fell into ruin and chaos in the life of one girl. It's a story of how she made her way through four months of absolute hell in the span of just a few years, and how she came through it to become the woman she is now. This poem is in the form of an inner monologue as she travels through her own personal hell.
Four Months of Hell
Again the time comes to celebrate and mourn,
The death of a loved one tore us apart
So soon after life was given,
Death said “no” and took an innocent life.
August
An accident caused by a driver confused by alcohol
Running through his veins.
The result is death of a lover.
Through loss and destruction
Friends gave up,
Depression set in.
October
Mourning still for the lover she lost,
She turned inside herself to hide her thoughts,
All emotions from past months
Ceased to exist.
Nine months later, August again,
Lies upon lies
Claiming the death of another,
Was it to punish her for something she’d done wrong?
Why would God take another from her?
The first time she ever questioned her Father and Savior.
September, same year,
She still feels the loss of both loves
Mourns for them.
October, doesn’t bring the same joy,
Her friendships fall apart from her lack of effort
From her lack of happiness.
Freedom finally comes for another nine months.
August
An uncle fallen ill
Succumbs to death.
Again she mourns,
For him,
For the loves lost before him.
September
Fights break out between family,
Between friends.
October
Friendships break and fade into blackness.
It will only get worse before it gets better.
Freedom once again.
August, another nine months,
Brings the birth of a sister,
A daughter,
A friend.
Something went wrong,
A death by unknown causes
Takes the sister too young.
August, September, October…
One friend steps up
To catch her before she falls again.
What was supposed to be a joyous life
That might save her from the misery of those months
Send her deeper into her misery.
November
It should have been okay,
Things should have gotten better,
They didn’t.
They got worse with the loss of an aunt.
Again she was led to the path of destruction
And mercilessly pushed off the cliff.
What merciful and just God would do this?
Why?
One year and eight months more bring her to now,
Her four months of absolute hell.
Why did August have to come again?
Was yesterday not November?
Death and loss so close to each other…
The next four months will be hell…
