The Realization of Mortality

The scariest moment in life is the realization of mortality. It comes in an instant when everything seems fine. Just taking a shower and you see yourself slip and crack your head open. You are going about you daily chores when a scene flashes before your eyes and you see yourself falling down the stairs, paralyzing yourself with no one around to call for help. You are driving along and you feel this sickness in your stomach…a premonition that something bad is about to happen. You just stopped into a store to pick up a carton of milk and someone pulls out a gun…ice water courses through your veins…you are frozen; scared and frozen. You want to scream out; you want to do something to save the life you took for granted.

Helium Filled

A natural element rising up in the air,

Reaching towards that blue ceiling.

Contained within is desire

Ascending higher than before

…but wait.

Something holds my string.

Looking down,

I see myself.

Here I am...

There is this young girl,
Tough and unyielding,
Dirt on her hands, cuts on her knees,
Nothing phases her determination.

There is this young lady,
Giving and understanding,
Soft spoken with kind eyes,
Looking to receive an approval.

There is this young woman,
A bit shaken and hesitant,
Her spin tenses,
Uncertain where she is going.

There is this woman,
Broken and dazed,
Her hair splitting ends,
Willing to accept whatever gift is bestowed …

…here I am.

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In ancient times, Pharaohs spent their entire life, as short as it was, preparing for death. Preparing for the uncertain and inevitable yet to them, it was clear. There was no uncertainty. There was no question and no hesitation.

One morning I was reading the newspaper over a freshly brewed pot of vanilla hazelnut coffee, like every morning, when I read about a young girl who slept herself to death. The mother had just starting seeking help for her sleeping beauty when she went in one time to check on her daughter, she could no longer wake her. The young girl of 13 had been sleeping almost 22 hours a day for many years. Her mother, her accomplice, would wake her every now and then for some water or a quick bath. The lack of nutrition had caused her to slip into a coma.
This girl’s desire to sleep her life away had come true. Why? Did she know something we all didn’t? Did she know where she was going and absolute that it was better than her current situation?

The mother, now grievous and distraught, placed no blame on herself. Teary-eyed and mournful, she weeps for her poor daughter.

The hospital did all they could, giving her vitamin shots and glucose water, but it was no use. The brain was damaged; it was dead. She was now stuck between two worlds-the one pushing oxygen into her lungs and the other where her thoughts where. Desperately reaching out to the beyond, to the place where the Pharaohs go.

The Ringleader

Who should stand up for us?
Who should be our voice?

Who should take the blame for us?
Whom should be thrown to the wolves?

Should it be you, Sinister Man?
Or you, Old Lady?

Follow me, for I know the way!

The Accident

Scrutinizing the article,
It could have been me in that car.
It was a rainy night,
I would have been there.
I was going to go out but I felt compelled not to,
Do I have someone to thank for that?