WHETHER IT BE THE HEMLOCK
SOCIETY
or OD or toxic PTSD,or any
number of fatal complaints ..
sometimes we have a choice
in our manner of leaving.(mostly not..
Happens via accident or
loss/illness that compounds.We are grounded.Ground dead.
before we have learned to
fully fly.WHY?We learn from deaths of plants,animals,friends.
We watch as emotions drain
teardrops via loss unexplained and personally tragic.
The whole world stops when
we are in grief..You know folk who never get over it..
Death is for survivors,who
learn and are burned by loss.Grief is anger/internalized..
We may never be able to
stop mortality-yet we can hold each moment as a breath.
Closer than lovers/within
our very skin/love Life as a lover..and only release
so the next breath can
come in.Like tides,moon,cycles,seasons..we dream within..
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