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Created on: July 10, 2008
Jubilee
I was strolling down a desert beach
Quietly enjoying the beauty of infinity
An eternity of stars lit up the sky
A crescent moon shares the shine
The strangest thing happened that night
A transparent ghost in form of a woman
Walking in the distance right beside the ocean
She turned around, her eyes pierced through me
Out of curiosity I stepped closer to get a better look
She was unlike anything I'd ever seen or read about in any book
She continued staing, glaring with her azure eyes
Wide as the ocean and the summer sky
When I took three steps more she disappeared
So I ran to where she was and found a diary in the sand
The cover was brown and leatherbound with some of the pages missing
Others were scribbled over, nothing too interesting
But in the back, a still-sealed letter with no address
Must have never been delivered
A letter of love and misery
From a girl named Jubilee, pregnant from a man she once believed
Was her knight in shining armor
But when she told him the good news
He used his fist to harm her
Burdened by grief and sorrow
She took her life at sea and the life of her unborn baby
Hoping God would understand
This Catholic girl had no hope
Only faith in forgiveness
The prayer was for safe passage
For her child through the afterlife
I read the prayer aloud
Then reappeared, Jubilee with tears dripping down her cheeks
Over her sad smile
Suddenly an eclipse of blinding light
Stealing the show from the stars bright
Her soul seemed to be at rest
Leaving for the afterlife
A prayer said on her behalf
A sacred passage rite
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