2021-12-17T12:13:58-08:00January 12th, 2021|Musings on life|

The other side

I am ninety-four.

My body trembles
as the ideas inside me
jostle to get out,
to stay behind,
to be remembered.

But I am not afraid.

My skin is thin
like outer space.

Didn’t they tell you,
we are all rockets?

And mine has picked up speed.
I am up so high now,
look at my eyes water,
I am moving so fast.

Don’t pity me,
it’s magnificent.

Take my hand.
Watch me cross over.
Hold your breath with me
like we did when we drove
through tunnels,
making a wish
when we got to the other side.

I wish for you to know
you are enough.

But you don’t need
to make a wish for me.

I have safely landed.

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