As I was reading I was like "Aww my poor girl..." And then it got a little more positive at the end and I was thinking "Awesome, she's okay" and then you hit me with the Author's Note and I go "NOOOOOO" NO MORE NEGATIVE THOUGHTS MISSY. Especially in regards to your health. Everything will be okay. Speaking of which though... PM me later and give me an update!
This is so powerfully reflective... You do what the brilliant poets have always done... you make the reader become more aware of his or her own existence in your questions and thoughts... True, we don't have tomorrow... we only have now...
"Every man dies. Not every man really lives." ~ Braveheart
I've shared this feeling several times, but the Heart and Lungs and finger and toes never actually seem to go out oddly enough. I liked it, thought it would be neat to ionclude imagery of what the world would LOOK like without your presence, what things ornament your wall that would still be there when your gone, what items (toothbrush with a fly on it) (crock pot bubbling away in the morning), alarm clock ringingringingringinringing) would outlive you.......nice write
Hope you're okay.
I'm reading Empire of the Sun at the moment, and all the living characters are living like they're almost dead, and all the dead characters seem to be very much alive. Your poem just reminded me of that. Fantastic book, in case you've never read it.
My desire to leave my mark on the world is the only thing that keeps me going most days. What else do we have? I heard a quote once; something to the effect of 'Human beings strive for individualism and aim to leave their mark on the earth - and in that, they are all the same"...
Today I'm thoroughly numb. And it makes you wonder why you're living. I know it's just because I haven't slept properly in weeks and I've had a rough few days, but the question remains... When you're in pain, you at least recognise that you must be alive. Loss makes you realise what you have.
"I’m well aware
I’m alive
But I’m not quite sure
I’m living"...
--this hit me the hardest in your profoundly personal write...as in punched my freaking lights out...if this stanza does not make every single person who has read this, or will read this, stand up and take notice...there is just no hope for any of us *laugh* I will chant it like a mantra, every single day...and then probably log into WC anyway ;-)
Hi Destinyxi, liked it as a deeply reflective piece on the meaning of life. It exudes that self doubt, the feeling of futility at ageing and facing death, disappearing without impact. Didn't like the last three lines of the fifth stanza. It needs some crafting me thinks.