(Spring, Edvard Munch, 1889)

Unraveling Eternity

They tell me you are dying

Don’t they know? 

From the moment you took your first breath you were dying             

you knew that

The girl who saw the shadows as doorways

An opening exposing pasts that can never change

A hint of the future with multiple yous

Untapped, undiscovered, and predetermined all the same

Wondering wide-eyed into the light

Adventures only limited to the what the imagination could inspire

Feelings unraveled that were never tempered–not with you–               

anger and love equal in fervor

Where is all that now?

Now that your body is no longer the vessel of experience

Questioning the reasons; tortured by the reality of Hell…

            this process of death

I have looked upon you as a goddess–a warrior of life

A boundary breaker of a soul’s purpose

You didn’t limit your perspective

            you saw the truth in living

And now as death reaches for your grasp

You pull back not in fear, merely an instinctual recoil

Not haunted by what has been, or even what is

            but in wonder as to where you are going next?