Surviving The Reign

Ofttimes we just need, someone averring;

“It’s okay to feel that way, I understand you’re fearing”

Like a hallowed hole  

In your ozone layer,

Piercing your soul,

Like a dragon slayer.

Now I contemplate, imagine

What might be, If loss

Wasn’t real or unfathomed.

A distorted reality, someone else’ lives

Another planet;

Everyone survives.

But really, what gives

Oh, This physical sieve

Where our spirit morphs,

In this continuum, we live.

Purple pills to ease the pain,

Gross intoxicants, polluting your reign.

Dragging crutches, chairs that are wheeled

All those pain meds - from vigor they

Steal.

It is US who is sick

Laid up in our Beds,

Grief stricken long faces,

Awaiting our death.

If we could see now,

Them dancing in bliss,

Surrounded by love

No longer remiss.

Like lawyers in, the upper worlds

Adjudicating our actions, as they unfurl

Praying for success, unconditional love

As we stumble and fumble in this grey dark world.

Transform our pain,

Into celebration,

Wish them well,

Their next incarnation.

No matter the hurt

Or burden we feel,

We’re new again,

Because they were real.