I am birthed from parents of smoke and vapor, and time is my sibling.
Burst forth from the sky screaming, my whole life is laid out before me.
As I fall I already contemplate my death with the millions of others about me.
A thousand memories that may not be mine flood into me, reflecting upon it all.
I soar downward, in an everlasting journey through the ether, and I cry.
Mourning for my parents I miss so much, I see the end so far away, and I cry more.
My time is like sand, inching through the hourglass into a gaping hole that leads to nothingness.
My faith abandons me cold and pointless, ever falling through the river of existence.
I wonder why I ever hoped in the first place, when my fate is so clearly planned for me.
With last thoughts I brace for my resolution.
I crash with the force of a hundred lifetimes, strewn in every direction, forever.
My consciousness still persists, and im left with a shell of memories from a life I did not live.
Suddenly my spirit is rising, bieng mysteriously drawn back towards my home.
With eager eyes I slowly ascend through my life in reverse, seeing things I had not seen before.
My friends and family, all so distant, begin to come into focus.
And im brought back to the source, reunited with my begining I was so violently torn from.
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