Arrival

I went into the hospital for longer than I wanted to perhaps. I'm glad things unravel and grow outside their origins and constraints.

I went to die this morning

Packed up and ready to go.

I crawled into my lot in the 

Sand, looking past horizons

Of time. Last words to friends

Sent, loose ends tied tight.

Yet they still seem to unravel.

Perhaps this will be my newest

Birth.

Author's Note

Thoughts? Feelings? Ideas? thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Marie]

Wow! So happy to read your feelings didn't become reality, dear poet. We all have an expiry date just like a carton of milk and until that day, date and time come we are willing captives in the human world. How wonderful to have a second shot at life! Thank you for sharing dear poet. I love this inspiring poem...