my heart aches to keep you tethered to my side of the shore.
Do not go where I cannot yet follow.
I am not ready.
My breathing heaves in heavy sobs.
Plastic tubes and wires lash you to this world,
your body tenses against the artificial rhythms
You are ready and I must learn to be.
Your breath mechanically forced in
then out.
I can not change your destination,
cannot join you for the full journey.
I can only send you gently on your way.
We are ready.
I inhale memories,
wisdom,
peace....
exhale sighing,
each breath
a breeze
to propel you
safely,
lovingly
to the other shore.
9 comments:
You are my favorite non-famous poet.
Poignant. . .
This was such a tough read. My heart rose and pushed. whew...
My cousin's wife, Mrs Cuz, writes poetry and is a hospice nurse, among other things.
This reminds me of her work.
Deeply touching.
hugs and prayers, my dear.
Thinking of you lots.
Oh no. I am so sorry.
Letting go is so hard.
Sending prayers.
Brilliant stuff. I guess the best stuff comes from pain. So there's that.
This is so beautifully written and it tugs at my heart. Have you lost a love one? Hugs to you.
Oh, that's so sad. :(
Aw.
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