Oh Julia

You were given life, but you were shot down from the sky.
your wings clipped while you were in flight.
You heard the thud!, before you could feel the pain,
you had even forgotten how daytime looked like.
You said misery knew your name,
you became an easy book to read,
but hard to understand.
I guess that how you managed to slip away.
We did not know what you needed,
we could not give you a hand.

You once told me hell is one place where everyone is welcomed,
and you had yours on earth.
I don't know where you are now
but I will wait on this bench, for your rebirth.

I wonder what will you return as,
for you have lived a million lives in one life time.
I don't understand why you had to pass,
but I guess, life never tells us the whens and the whys.

I pray you were able to fight the vultures and thieves from stealing your soul,
I pray, that you make your back to us, back home.

Ceaser Mata