Come Back Later
We used to be friends,
My life and I.
I think it was almost love,
Real and benign.
For a large portion of two decades,
This was not a facade.
But some relationships crumble,
At the face of death,
As did I --- breaking every rule,
I set up for life itself.
Death looked bright and full of hope
Desperate, I bought a sturdy rope.
The shaking stopped soon,
The weight dipping down.
A tall blackness sheathed me,
A quiet pain bequeathed to me...
But Death knew me well.
And knew I'd make it out---
Once again.
Breath filled my lungs,
Blood throbbing against my forehead,
I collapsed, but didn't die.
They pulled me up, they said I'd live.
They asked me to hold on,
And begged me to forgive.
Perhaps I had always known,
I would heed their advice;
That I would rebuild my life and outlive---
the broken stems of heartbreak, the slow torture of the world,
The promise of pain, I thought I knew death well.
But Death had known me better.
#It isn't time yet
#Hold on
#Get help
#Life is your friend