Post Mortem

  • I didn’t know if I was going to live or die
  • But if I had my preference, I would rather eternally lie

 

  • Those who were dearly departed, I envied
  • I may have been above ground, yet it felt like I was deeply buried

 

  • Life had sucked the blood out of me
  • All that remained was a hollow shell of a once thriving tree

 

  • I put all my affairs in perfect order
  • And then I waited for the executioner’s tightening quarter

 

  • I lived holding my breath
  • I went from day to day hoping for death

 

  • Some are afraid to die
  • But for me, life I could not ratify

 

  • Some pray for the dead,
  • But for me, living was the larger dread

 

  • To my surprise and disappointment too
  • Death did not come knocking on my door so soon

 

  • Since I did not make death’s short list
  • I guess life is still in my midst

 

  • But in looking up from my open grave
  • How do I live this life outside the cave

 

  • What is there for me to do and to be
  • Once one rises from a death on a tree

 

  • Love whispered softly into my Heart and Soul, 
  • “This SweetHeart you will discover as you Flow

 

  • Beautiful it will be
  • As long as you stay oh so close to Me

 

  • Whether you realize it or not, My Darling
  • The past eleven years you have been heeding My Voice like a starling”  IC•XC

Irena As I Am                                                                                                      06/11/2018