The Death Of Segree 💔

 I sometimes cry when I see the pictures, but I’m glad to have them so.

For they are a bitter reminder of what happens when it’s hard for anyone to just say “No.” 

Although I am proud to be courteous, empathetic, and sincere. 

It was just last January, that death tried to reveal itself, and take me away from here. 

I suffered a “diffuse axonal injury” (my brain had been twisted a bit in my skull).

I honestly can’t remember the last time my mind was that tranquil. 

The doctors tried to force me to stop and take it easy to allow myself a chance to heal.

But I was a bit stubborn, because I didn’t yet know how to give structure to my zeal. 

Yes, I was raised in ministry. I was taught how to be selfless and live Godly. 

I gained the knowledge needed to help others, but what I lacked were protecting boundaries. 

So those I held close always came to me with their requests;

I was altruistic yet naive, never really giving myself a chance to rest.

While looking back over my life this past year, I look at these pictures with sadness. 

Because I know others walked over me, and I see that some did it with gladness. 

Because in their request for help, they expressed the matter’s urgency.

I was too empathic to realize that to them, utilizing me was just a matter of expediency. 

My life is different now; I left rehab with a mindset anew. 

With Discretion as my compass, I am only close to a few.

And though the others still bring me their problems, I can definitely understand their plight, 

But it may be a while before they realize, that “Segree” was laid to rest that night.