A deer lays dead
On the side of the road.
Struck down in the night
With no one to claim it.
My mother’s heart is dying
From lack of love,
Lack of valve function,
Lack of health.
A friend of 24 can’t breathe.
Tumors are growing
And the only thing left
Is treatment and hope.
Suicide calls to my cousin.
He can’t be left alone
Or he’ll willingly walk
Into nothingness.
One woman is already gone.
Now the innocence of her daughter
Is being killed slowly,
Eaten alive by grief.
My father’s car died today
Crashing into another.
It gasped a final breath
Then moved no more.
We are all dying.
Everything is dying
At all times,
But you already knew that.
This week has been long and full of death and love. When bad things happen I turn around and try to do something good, try to balance my life.
On Monday I sat in the hospital with my mother for hours, hours of testing and waiting. Throughout the week she had many tests, lots of waiting and a few cries upon my shoulder. She is OK. Her heart valves are starting to sputter but she is OK and will need nothing more than monitoring in the months to come.
The rest is in the poem. It has been such a long week dealing with all of this, I had to do something pure and good. I created a facebook group geared towards showing support to the people in our lives who are doing great things, helping others and championing important causes. Check it out: Global Donation Days. I wrote letters to friends who are overseas in
Today after meeting my mom on the side of the road, the scene of the accident where she crashed my father’s car (she is good), I went home and showered. I sat at the bottom of the tub and cried for a while. I cried about everything that happened this week. And when I was done, I stood up, washed off and began to remember all of the great things that happened, the balance. Life goes on, it is unfair sometimes but it goes on.
Tomorrow has the potential to be the best fucking day of my life. Hell tonight might be mind-blowingly awesome…
