Rigor Mortis
The morning wind sweeps in
Purging of the last breath;
A soul’s last hurdle before quintessence;
The knees of a dying man inside,
Alone and desolate in the world,
Falls before his one companion,
A stiff corpse of fur;
You can’t be dead, you can’t;
A world of which I knew,
Darkened with bitterness,
Confounded by a sudden divorce;
You were my sanctuary,
My warmth and solace;
But now I venture alone
In this ash stricken hell.
What could I have done?
Such a pale night
When all was silent and dark,
And you left your bed,
Crawled with the last of your strength;
I wish I could have been there;
I wish, I wish,
But I can’t, I can’t.
I miss you, Mei Mei.
You’ll forever be in my heart.
There’s a new life ahead, no looking back.
A transition bound by flowers,
Of sun and moon.
A new flower will arise
From your ill stricken wake,
But it was for the better
Before the cursed darkness could impale,
Before the pain could set in
A flower, through all the suffering
Arises from the ashes.
The earth continues to move,
To grow and nourish new life.
I am Resilience.