White Light

A poem about death.

I can see the white light

that they talk about

it's so close

And as I walk in its direction

I feel its warmth

soothing the dull ache 

in my body 

I walk towards it 

to leave behind 

the shouting

the screaming

the sharp pain that's flashing, pulsing 

through my veins

I reach out

And it dances away

drawing me further from the physical world

Where I took my first breath of life

To the mysterious nothingness which lurks on the other side

I look down and see myself

Lying there

bloodied wounds that look so deep 

my soul could enter back into my body

through the slices on my thigh

But with a wave

and a kiss goodbye

I take a leap of faith

and jump into the 

light

Reviews

[Kim's Poems]

Quite the amazing write here,
i really enjoyed this

[lifeofwriter]

Oooh, these last two stances are very nice! Your "soul could enter back through your body" is so original, what an image! This is a beautiful poem, Ilana! I look forward to reading the prose you also posted!