Return to Mortality
don’t go thrashing. don’t try to deny death
the promised pleasure of sweeping you away. stop pretending
you have all the time in the world. you don’t. and that’s okay.
whether flying in a private plane– pining for perspective on a moonlight flit,
or lying on a table while they look at your pain,
don’t go thrashing as death takes your hand.
in its hushed and humble embrace, the darkness will ease the pain,
will dim the lights. death
won’t seem so sinister if you allow the vexing veil to fall.
look into its steadfast eyes, and realize–
it will do you the least
I am currently 19 years old and have spent most of my life in western Colorado. Besides my time in Oregon the past year and a half (for which I am so grateful), I consider myself a Coloradan at heart and felt called to move back to the colorful, sunny state. Most of my inspiration for my work is derived from nature, my faith, and the human experience. I enjoy sunrise runs, cat snuggles, writing (and re-writing) late at night, and listening to audiobooks and music. I hope to become a published fiction author in the future and am taking my goal one day, and one word, at a time.