Closure
A hawk circles above,
I pull a chapter of my life out of my back pocket,
A friends hand holds a book of matches.
As I reach for the matches,
I cry silently inside,
After asking for guidance,
I bring closure to my eyes.
Up in flames,
It burns quickly,
Looking toward my friend,
I see a new chapter being written.
Can't think,
Too much fear,
As I burn that chapter,
I silently shed a tear.
Celeste Adame
