And Death Will Lose.
Category:Creative Writing,Death and Dying,Inspiration,Poetry,Writing
Life. Death.
I wrestle with this. A lot these days.
Especially the death part.
And not out of any morbid curiosity.
I try not to think of what if,
what if it has all been in vain?
I want Him, It or Someone to tell me,
tell me it’s going to be ok.
He, It, someone hasn’t done that yet, or have They?
Then one day, I get a call. She fought a brave battle.
Your heart sinks. The pain. The confusion.
This fear that you feel inside.
You can’t see it. You can’t touch it.
At times you can’t even describe it.
But you know it’s there.
You stumble around in the dark,
this maze of broken glass.
Every turn, every step more painful, than the last.
We try to help each other.
Whispered collections of jumbled thoughts,
meaningless words.
I think, I hope. I pray.
Maybe I can wear it down,
this albatross of affliction,
this Spectre of Death.
Its mere mention makes my skin crawl.
The confusion, the fear, as I stand on
this precipice, of death and dying,
trying to understand, trying to find some peace.
But would I change it?
Would I press pause, rewind – or even delete?
Just wipe it all out. Take away the memories,
her memories, her love, my pain?
If I were granted that power, right here, right now,
would I do so?
No.
I would not. I could not.
I would rather choose the pain,
then the loss of all those memories,
the loss of knowing, of having,
of loving.
And therein lies the secret, of who will win this race
the David and Goliath, of Life and Death,
and the fear we fight in spite.
Because, if you choose love, even when you’re hurting,
then death will lose.
© 2024 Judith Mallard