I could disappear into the waves underneath
Take one last breath and let the world fade
Go back to a place where I didn’t know me
And let my soul rest beneath angelic shade
If it could wipe away drops undulating down
Cradle me into feathers I always knew
Tell me I’m a jewel in the infinite crown
Take me out of waivering solitude
I could leave this plane of chaotic existence
And grow gracefully in a state of bliss
What it means to let go of an earthly stance
And be greeted by my ancestors’ kiss
I could look back on this life I’ve had
And know there’s no turning back
Once I step off the ledge of going mad
And knock dead my own heart attacks
I could take my own life if I wanted to
But the truth is, it does not belong to me
I could hear podcasts and speeches and not know truth
There are places here that still need
It is not my soul to give to the reaper
In fact, it is not my soul at all
It belongs to the universal spirit seeker
Living in your scintilla of life, patiently
Awaiting the call
Love always,
Chayle
About the Creator
The Girl in Grey
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