Poem #11
This piece was specifically about the allure of death when you’re in unbearable pain. It continues to beckon to you, time and time again, but the more you resist, the more beauty you can see in that success.
I’ve never been afraid of death.
Though he and I have danced together
Many a night in many a ballroom
We end our nights in a sense of weakness
Going home with another.
He is a lover I have yearned for
Day after day and year after year
Exhausted to fall into his embrace yet
I stand tall.
I am not done yet.
What is meant to be, will be,
But he and I are not done yet.
He has lives to writhe through
And so do I.