Like the skins of the onion
I keep peeling away at my layers of cover
working my way inwards,
towards
the core of my own essence.
Its a long process, and
not unlike onion peeling
not without
its tears and its laughter.
And time moves so slowly past
so quickly.
Memories remain, unchanged?
That that doesn't change
doesn't live.
The challenge of change
is the challenge of life. |
Moving quickly past
so slowly.
so dear
you who are making things right
ready
you
who so seldom remember
your dreams
did you give them all to me?
When I was still your child
and you were still the world
I was dreaming?
Without giving it a thought
you gave me
layers of challenges.
Layer upon layer of cover
that finally fit so comfortably
that I truly felt they were
mine all along
so comfortable were my challenges. |
Now you, too, are making ready
In your own way
Peeling the layers away
getting rid of excess feelings
that won't go away
anyway you turn
they return
in a dream
of a child
who sees her death
in the eyes of her parents
"my parents, I suppose"
you answered
when I asked you
what death means to you
and I watch you
clean your way
to go.
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