As I Die
Everyday I find that pieces of me die so that the truth of me can live.
Grasping for air has been my new norm filtering out all that is unneeded and creating space for what is real- for what is true.
Drowning in my own faults and the beliefs of the world has weakened my purpose.
Furthermore, has put bars around the endless possibilities that are destined for me to roam.
Who would have thought that in order for me to live I must die- die amongst the pebbles that were thrown at me.
As the blood pools over, new blood enters reviving everything that was once dead- dead to the truth.
The words of yesterday seems like the rotting of a once beautiful flower, and the rain that covers me purifies every part of me leaving nothing undone.
As I lay in the streets of hopelessness, the sound of thunder becomes a dear friend.
The coldness of the rain gives me clarity, for it reaches the vortex of my reasoning.
How could I have been so foolish- foolish enough to allow something like the world to influence my course?
I never thought that the taste of death could be so illuminating and vibrant- so intensely welcoming.
Slowly, as I drift to a place of serenity, I find my purpose:
- I find many answers
- I find truth
- I find meaning in a baron land
I have been walking in the footsteps of a blind person with naivety hanging on the trees surrounding my heart.
And yet, the death of me gives me a reason to keep surviving.
I understand that without death I could never truly live.