I Died TodayA Poem by Azure Montessa (Blue)I just wonder what happens when one dies.I am eighteen. I died today. My life unfolds right before me, scene after scene, like a nonstop movie marathon. From the very second I was conceived til my raw death, I see myself and the people who'd been a part of my journey-- family...friends...strangers. Everybody adored me my family, neighborhood, town. I was intelligent, sharp, painfully honest, and virtuous. I graced the church with my presence and impressed the heavens with my religiosity. I was practically the kind of person everyone dreamed to be, a candidate for sainthood. At a young age, I had my own timeline of dreams: finish college with honors, marry a doctor, raise five or seven kids, be a philanthropist, change the world. My promising career was intricately laid out. My monumental success had been prophesied by everybody. I knew death. I knew everybody dies. I knew it could happen to anyone at any given time. But I was young and I was foolish. I never considered it to happen to me. Not this soon. I can still remember that night when death disguised itself as a beautiful dream. I never woke up. My parents found me lifeless that morning --and man, did they weep. I see them. I see how they bleed tears. I want to reach out to them but that's not possible. I am dead now... The news of my death spreads like a wildfire and everyone grieves for me Some retreat in revered silence. Some console themselves in each other's arms. They revere my name like I'm a saint equal to St. Therese of the Child Jesus. And each person has a story to tell: litany of the good acts I had done and numerous virtues they swear I have. I wonder if their praises can give me access to heaven... Now that my life has ended, I see how each piece fit with another like a perfect puzzle. Seemingly insignificant things serve their own purpose: the delays, the unheard prayers, the tears and the yawns. Every flaw, every success everything makes up the blueprint of who I was meant to be. It all makes sense to me now. I am Joyce I am eighteen I died today. © 2013 Azure Montessa (Blue)Author's Note
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Added on October 1, 2013Last Updated on October 1, 2013 Tags: death, when i die, i died today Author
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