What happens after I die?
This is the question
that confronts me
each time I wake up.
Also, this question;
slaps me out of worries and concerns,
pushes me to move on from hurt,
slips me into rabbit holes of my own identity,
shoves me away from the worldly,
cues me in to the magic of time.
So I’m gone.
Into an unknown realm.
Mind celebrities even make up stories
about how surreal yet enchanting it is
just to comfort the living.
Where grief is answered with full love.
Where a reunion with passed loved ones
is assured.
Where the past, the present, and the future
meet up.
Where mystery becomes truth.
Where truth becomes judgment.
Where judgment and souls finally understand
their purpose.
Where purpose rests.
All at last.
So I’m gone.
Into an unknown realm.
My poetry and stories hopefully will live on;
to guide my niece through this insane world,
for my loved ones to understand my absence more,
to stand up for my dignity and integrity to
those who have done me wrong,
for old friends who will suddenly appreciate
my helping hand and my parting words,
for those whose tears poured over
my cutting punch lines,
for old bosses and colleagues
who beat me up good,
for peers who had seen my value,
for evil eyes who still work in the dark
to harm my name,
for churches that would defy my beliefs,
for students who would study life
through my perspectives.
I was:
an oddball
a misfit
a lone wolf
a curious munchkin
a seeker of silence
a fighter
a survivor
a vagabond
I was homeless.
Yet, I lived a full and colourful life.
I worked hard down to the last muscle
of my strength.
I tirelessly wrote since I was a little girl
until I knew it was time to say goodbye.
I failed many times.
I won hearts many times.
I cried and laughed over my inhibitions many times.
I held back.
I hid away.
I never had a real name.
I never knew who I was.
So what really happens after I die?
I’m gone.
Just gone.
Gone forever.
With only this to leave behind.
Though, I may let you know
how it goes in the
unknown realm
once in a while.
Through a stranger
born after my time.*
