A letter of forgiveness: End my Time

Newest shit i wrote. Feel free to critique. Its in its editing form

Good morning sun.
Bring about the chirp of the early birds
that rise in the morning
to your blinding rays
To those that begin the day
ready to catch the worm.
Breakfast.
So quick to leave and fly about
Never really settling to enjoy life long enough
in one place.
Glide through the air.

“Khristine Renay E....”
Shame she calls the last initial
To a name I no longer want.
Nor need. An absent dad. Fathers stay.
Oh that’s mom calling from below.
It seems I’m “needed” now
I complete the table.
The room I stand in is done,
Everything in place
I Walked out.
White upon Red left at the foot of the bed.
Hearts at the end.

Clock ticks while I tock beginning at the step
Raveling down about the staircase.
So smooth the texture of the rail.
Only noticed today the detail of it all
man made, carved by fragile hands,
The work Sweat and Time it took
for it to be perfected.
Not human-like... Perfection
If only....
“Coming Mom,”

What a grand place of such sorrow.
This kitchen holds memories of forever
when I was younger.
Family, one unit.
Thanksgiving
Christmas Dinners
Birthdays
Days for no reasons
Days for reasons.
Like this one
A day of reason....

The day begins.
Outside the air; light and crisp
Streets; filed cars in no particular order
Public transportation; The recession way, personalities of those
never seen before. Smiles.
People; Babies, so delicate
Having yet to learn their own struggles of life.
Precious mammal of pure.
Only able to look at the world.
Little do they know,
Life;s a bitch.
That’s why they began to cry at the start.

A day out. Owed to myself from long ago.
Taking all in.
Life around me
Moving as it always has in a new light
The sun,
warm, pressed against my darkening
Light skin.
Rays kissing my face.
Light sweat beads.
Wind,
swaying past removing the
beads that have attached themselves to me
Gentle
simply passing through as wind does.
The day, My day, just like that.
Enjoy the simple things in life...

Finally,
The moon.
Full, glowing, shinning through my window
Window open,
Sharing the empty space I stand in
with the wind.
The only thing that seems to make me feel like apart of anything
Not enough.
Unseen, Invisible.
I am wind...

Falling to the ground.
A new wind appears.
White wind, blow out a match to see.
Powder against the wind
The wind that helps fill this empty space
Where I stand.
Gun Powder.
Fall to the ground.
A body.
“KHRISTINE RENAY EASTERWOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Shame she calls the last name
To a name I no longer want.
Nor need. An absent girl. Daughters stay.
Oh that’s mom calling from below.
It seems I’m “needed” now
I complete the house.
Splashes of red against white
White upon Red left at the foot of the bed.
“ I apologize for the wrong I’ve caused. I love you”
Hearts at the end.

That’s what the white note Red
Left at the foot of the bed.
Hearts at the End.
Love Always,
K.R.E.