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grayeagle
This week I lost a fellow classmate and wonderful friend. It was unexpected and caught all of his friends by surprise. I am left speechless without enough words to say how much he meant to me. It has caused me to ponder my own obituary. What would it mean? What would the words really say? I ended up writing this short poem and it is without revision so it is still rough.
I was born, I lived, and I died
obituary for the whisper of my life.
How many breath formed words will survive
this common life that existed inside
dreams of being a hero
someone of respect
someone of character
someone of recognition
I learned to walk
I learned to run
I learned to jump
but no one taught me how to fall
While some things appeared true
there was much that felt like a lie
what is important? becomes a cruel question,
justification no longer works to
purge my guilty soul
I could have loved so much better
I could have forgiven so much sooner
I could have reached out with kindness
extended my hand in acceptance
I became emotionally deaf and dumb
blinded and gagged by fear
I withdrew inside and sought shelter
in the safety of my rhealm
the kindom of my imagination
A place of victory over darkness
the celebration of the light
with laughter and merryment
of song and dance
Say nothing of me when I pass
only play a merry and happy tune
hold hands and dance
look across the circle and smile
for we will meet again in a while
grayeagle
This week I lost a fellow classmate and wonderful friend. It was unexpected and caught all of his friends by surprise. I am left speechless without enough words to say how much he meant to me. It has caused me to ponder my own obituary. What would it mean? What would the words really say? I ended up writing this short poem and it is without revision so it is still rough.
I was born, I lived, and I died
obituary for the whisper of my life.
How many breath formed words will survive
this common life that existed inside
dreams of being a hero
someone of respect
someone of character
someone of recognition
I learned to walk
I learned to run
I learned to jump
but no one taught me how to fall
While some things appeared true
there was much that felt like a lie
what is important? becomes a cruel question,
justification no longer works to
purge my guilty soul
I could have loved so much better
I could have forgiven so much sooner
I could have reached out with kindness
extended my hand in acceptance
I became emotionally deaf and dumb
blinded and gagged by fear
I withdrew inside and sought shelter
in the safety of my rhealm
the kindom of my imagination
A place of victory over darkness
the celebration of the light
with laughter and merryment
of song and dance
Say nothing of me when I pass
only play a merry and happy tune
hold hands and dance
look across the circle and smile
for we will meet again in a while
originally posted by: rickymouse
We die and are forgotten like we never existed.