Dear Evermore

Projects laid out, but never finished.

The clutter of the mind never diminished.

When will my work ever be complete?

It will happen at my heart's final beat

There is no finished work that we are meant to enjoy

Only ideas and ventures this life will employ

The effort-filled struggles

The every day-to-day

A work forever in progress

Until we go away

Our hearts ever mourning

Our hands left to shake

The core of the earth

Forever meant to quake

Darkness creeps in slowly

In contrast to light

But somehow there is comfort

In eyes taking in this sight.

In darkness there is peace

Calmness; life is still.

A moment in time

There is no need to fill.

For it is filled with this stillness;

This calm, and this void.

No need to push onward

Or feel like a droid.

A time when there is silence

And no obligations

No waking restlessness

No plans or vacations.

There is no urgency to go;

And nowhere to be.

Just a location so present

And surprisingly free.

If this is the end,

Perhaps, I'll rejoice.

No need for alarm

Or to raise my voice.

I don't have to trudge on;

While hearing just chatter.

I can focus on nothingness

Which somehow does matter.

No noises, no voices

No alarm bells just ringing

Just an absence, a stillness;

A silent song singing.

Was this the doom we feared

And kept pushing away?

No, it is here

That I choose to stay.

This silence is present.

This mood is as is.

It isn't unhuman

Or a way no one else lives.

Emotions are normal

Anxiety is too.

Depression, though an ailment

Is natural too.

We are filled with these things

And many of them matter

This is not simply a world

Where we all live happily after.

Sharing our struggles

Both yours and mine

Is the best way

To begin the climb.

And when we fall

Into the darkness

Because we all do.

It is okay to stay there

For just a few.

Darkness must be present.

To appreciate the light.

It is calm and quiet there

And sometimes it is too bright.