Just do it.

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 5, 2016


It's cruel when
you're trying to
build a sanctuary
for your mind
when the
sacrificial heart
is fractured...
and you can't
summon back
the devout pieces.

She cries out
"you have a future!".
He reminds her
"you have to do more;
just talk, just open up."
God breathes
"you are mine;
you cannot even
imagine the plans
I have for you."

Move forward,
Move forward.
All you have to
do is try a little
harder.
But you're
anchored,
a mountain at rest -
Unsurpassable.

Death is not
a question anymore,
nor an impending fear
or nightmare.
It's a
reality
you're living for.

And you never
thought you'd worship
a kingless world,
a godless throne.

Because when you're
cemented
between living and dying,
you'll convince yourself
that anything
is
paradise.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Cindy

    What a heartbreaking piece you have penned. Brings tears to the readers eyes.
    Excellent job!
    Take care
    Cindy

  • 1 year ago

    by Trampled Angel

    This is beautiful and heart breaking. . . it strives to and quite succeeds in finding words for that existential place "cemented between life and death" where the prospect of dying is what somehow also keeps you alive. It is the place where death and life exist ever present, ever together. Cemented was a fantastic choice of word, conveying this place of in between has it's own sense of eternity, of ever lasting. It is a strange and terrible place where dying is a freedom worth hoping for.