It is coming,
I feel it
Let it come,
I care not
I’ll let it
take me away
As I wait
the mysteries contemplate
Light is revealed
With it’s final breath
They must know
That I fought
When I knew
I am ready
I am tired
they will say
Let them think it
I care not
Miss D is right. Your writing has changed. But not to where it’s not you. I can still hear your voice, that signature sound of Enreal, but it has evolved.
I care not
Thank you Tim… thats a pretty big compliment… I don’t know about evolving… I go though phases when I write, some are darker than others… it is what feels right… right now
You’re welcome. 🙂
And I totally understand what you’re saying about phases. *nods head*
I love this poem….my son passed away. I thought I was reading him saying, he was FREE at last & not to be judged.
Thank you for sharing
you touched my heart Marlene… he is free… they send angels through words… sorry for your loss… be strong
Love the picture and prose. Death and pre-life is free…why is life such a struggle…seems like life should be the utlimate form of beauty and freedom.
Tincup… i suppose with infinite patience and acceptance it would be… yet that is quite difficult… that is why we catch and steal glimpses of true happiness and wonderment… thank you for your insight and thoughts 🙂
Yes talented and wise poet. Most of the past great thinkers (and I include Jesus in the category of great thinking humans) and artists agree with your position. I am afraid that I suffer from a case of idealism.
Idealsim you say? whose to say what is the proper form of thought and reason is? Not me… thank you friend… as always , a pleasure
Thats a floaty feeling isnt it? To be free. To not be afraid of what is coming is to be free. I like how you went with three different states – the knowing and accepting, the waiting and knowing the other knows, the readiness and embracing freedom. Life is beautiful because we know death. In knowing death we make each moment count.
MySoul… stunning interpretation and introspect. as always… i am blessed to have your presence and your words. thank you my friend!
I love the stages of death, this process of accepting and being free from fear of death, dying or stagnaity. beautiful.
you see into the words… thank you for your thoughts and reflection bella…
When “I” is gone then who will be left?
This is Mossy.
I decided to resurrect my old WordPress page.
Mossy!!! I don’t have that link! Please share!
Oh enreal… I can’t tell you how much this one hit home with me… I almost, didn’t want to like it. I guess, I still don’t “let go” very well…
“Letting go” It seems so… hard. like, it’s a bad thing… like giving up… like quitting… failing….. but, really, none of that is true, if and when it’s the right time. I guess, timing, and reasoning, is everything, eh? and freedom, is never a bad thing…
This actually very much reminded me of losing my father… how badly I wanted him to “stay”… to keep trying… how I argued with him, initially, when he was “giving up” and refusing further treatment. I tried everything to make him change his mind… but, eventually, I realized, he had “fought…everyday… ” (very hard, I might add), “until that day… when he knew… and he was ready”.
I wrote, once, “I guess, I was use to him doing things for me… because, he always had… and, so, it was hard to believe he wouldn’t NOT die for me, as well.”
But, I know, he didn’t fail. Not me. Not himself. He never failed.
And, he is free. As he deserved to be.
(sorry for rambling… )
your reply touched my soul, as you have done so many times before… never apologize for sharing your voice with me… your an Angel
Freedom comes in many forms. You have left it open enough for each to see their own need in the words you wrote here.
Miss D… we all see what we need, yet we do not all understand as you do. thank you for your wisdom… it adds value… and that’s priceless!
and i celebrate my freedom through your words.beautiful
I shall celebrate with you… thank you!
The “Voices” matter not. All that matters is the contemplation, the letting go, the Light and the Freedom. With Freedom comes new Energy and new Life. Much feeling, much depth. Interesting.
Hawk… you’re thoughts enlighten this more so than the words alone… thank you
Beautiful poetry – I’m subscribing and looking forward to reading more!
Thanks Betty!!! Welcome to my journals!