Everyday I awake and remember
Remember that Emily is gone
Remember the worst day of my life
The pain comes back, I try to remember the day she was born
When she was born my heart danced
When she was born, tears of joy were in my eyes
Pain and joy battle
Then I wonder how can I make it through today
Knowing that I will think about her countless times an hour
Knowing that at anytime the overwhelming grief could strike
A thread away from insanity?
A thread away from snapping?
In the news a wife kills her husband and then herself
A father shoots his kids, wife, and himself
A son kills his family, then himself
Were they living a thread away?
What cut that thread for them?
Were they enduring pain — were they exhausted?
Did pain conquer joy?
I worry, am I a thread away?
Will pain conquer joy?
Am I a thread away?
