Resolution

Mix a powder, in the dimly lit kitchen, between the garden and the living room and wait.  
Two glasses of water and I am ready.  
No one will understand.  
No one will understand my life was fragmented between desert sand and passive aggression. 
The hours trickle like a river across years and my daughters wail into the early hours, keeping my already insomniac mind racing.  
The cries that ringing in my eyes and my throat and my nose are deafening.  
Maybe I just dreamt it.  
"Sweet children, it's just medicine."  
I stroke their hair, kiss away the doubt on their tanned, innocent faces,  
fall into a bundle on the tiled floor that no one can raise me from.  
 
The charred wings are sprouting from my back.  
The treachery races through my bones.  
 
Mother in law's climbing the broken, dust-covered staircase, I glare at the hole in the wall between the two straw beds and wait.  
A tree is growing in my chest.  
Its sprigs of green plantation force their way through my small throat seeking the open of my mouth so to expand like all trees should.  
I'm forced to my knees, the sound of two baffled children gagging their guts all over the cracked tiles.  
I thought this was a humane way to go.  
"What have you done?" There's screaming. There's always too much screaming.  
My wife is alerted, the local hospital too.  
Breathe your last children,  
Daddy's taking us away - we won't come back here.  
 
The charred wings are sprouting from my back,  
and the treachery races through my bones.  
All is quiet.  
All is powerful.  
God is gracious.  
God forgives the good.  
The charred wings would change to white  
and resolution would light my way to brighter pastures -  
Maybe I just dreamt it.  
 
Based on true events: http://www.silobreaker.com/man-2-daughters-die-in-suicide-pact-5_2264363081578578106