The lady
She of life
She of wonder
She who holds our hands
As our children come screaming into the world
She who guides our children
To the creatures in the yard
To the best spots to view the stars
She is
Our
Lady
And she watches
And she loves
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The lady
She of life
She of wonder
She who holds our hands
As our children come screaming into the world
She who guides our children
To the creatures in the yard
To the best spots to view the stars
She is
Our
Lady
And she watches
And she loves
I say I'm getting better
Like that's something I can do
Like my sickness won't follow me to my grave
Like my illness won't even be the cause
I say I'm doing well
Like I dont have blood soaked bandages
Hiding in the bin
Like my scars are fading
Like there's no new ones coming in
I say I'm having revelations
That I'm taking control of my life
But knowing what's wrong and fixing it
Are two different things
And I can't even be bothered to try
I am tired
I drink coffee
I am still tired
I drink more coffee
I am still tired
But now
My hands are shaking
I drink more coffee
I can see sound
I am still tired
Death
Is not angry
She doesn't care
about our petty searches for immortality
Death
Knows that she is
Inevitable
Peace is
Light rainfall and
Swaying trees and
The crunch of grass in the early morning cold
It's the purring of a cat
and the sound of a turning page
and the smell of book aged like fine wine
It comes in swift moments and long memories and forgetting the world outside
and its peaceful
if I die
my eulogy will be about a
bright
young
man.
they will talk about the good I spread
and my kindness and my caring soul
maybe they will mention
that I struggled
that I fell
but only as a footnote
to the story that they tell.
they won't talk about the pain I sowed
or how I failed
or how I couldn't give a shit
about the world outside of me
when I die
(sooner every moment)
they will tell a story
of my life
And it will be a lie
As we March towards the end
Those among us play pretend
The our destination is full of ritches
Rather than a mass extinction
What is it like
I wonder
To
Just
Live
To fall asleep
Wanting to wake up
To believe when they say
I Love You
What is it like
To
Be
Alive.
dying is a peaceful thing
the hard part
is when
you
survive
sometimes
the only reason I can fall asleep
is the belief that
someone
somewhere
will love me
call me childish
but i choose not to know
that I might die
alone
There are 2 states of being
Alive or dead
But what about before
We are born
Not yet alive
But not dead either
My eyes are falling shut
my mind is shutting down
i don't know if I'll wake in the morn
But for a moment of peace
Ill risk the dawn
I had a dream
That I lived amongst the stars
I had a house in a nebula
And a garden of planets
the old man in the moon
sings me lullabies at night
he keeps an eye out
he keeps me safe
as he watches from the stars
in the middle of the day
when he should be hiding out
when I struggle to get through
I look up toward the sky
and I see him watching over me
I know I will be fine
I scream into the void
A painful wordless sound
There is silence for a moment
Then the void screams back
The worst time of day
Is when its so late it's early
You see the sun start to rise
And you haven't gone to sleep
Not the nights where you party
And come home at dawn
But the mornings when you drown in coffee
And you eyes continue to burn
It's watching the sun rise
From the wrong side of the day
But you're not doing it with company
You're alone in your bed
The worst time of day
Is when the rising sun is a sign to go to sleep
Instead of your alarm
streaks of light go flashing by
her face against the window
reflections of the world outside
shine bright against her skin
she is peaceful in this state
and the ones we've passed through already
soon i too will be at peace
and she will take the wheel
we scream along to songs we know
from our childhoods and before
some words are lost but our joy is not
and we revel in our contentment
we are not yet half way through our journey
and we don't yet know the end
but getting there is half the fun
and that make it an adventure