One more tomb
Looking at the desecrated tomb of our-no my memories, I no longer bow my head with respect, silent shame or regret of it’s passing. I now look to the heavens and I feel the light rain on my puffy face – no smiles, no tears. What lies underneath this blank: an empty cave in my heart, filled with trinkets of yesterdays brought in by the mynah who steals from the forgotten crevices of the mind, lies.
But I will refuse to mourn again when I have already died, the me you grew to hate and love. She exists only in that tiny hole dug up so deep it risks getting caved in from excessive contact.
Now, today, at the moment and onwards I am someone else, not because I have to or want to, because that’s how it is all planned out by the greater being who charts out the map of the universe, plants the stars in our eyes, and gives sight to the blind.
Hold on? No more. I let go. I let go of my life, the factors I cannot predict, control or anticipate at least with regards to this. A prayer. Amen. Born again.
