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COMFORTING THOUGHTS


I jump off the plane

Feel the rush of air on my face at thousands of feet above ground.

Finally visited my father in the home I had rejected

I got that dress made. it came out lovely.

I read the scriptures again...and saw the true message I had missed

Wrestle with a tiger

Write a 500 page book

Champion a cause for millions. Raise millions

In weeks, instead of a year

It’s a lovely view from Mount Everest.

I am fulfilling a bucketful list

Made at the insistence of a finality

Diagnosed without options.

Perhaps when divested of the fear of an end

Woken from the living nightmare of mortality

When the day is no longer distant but sure

And transition is only weeks, days away

When the finality is accepted

When death becomes mate

Perhaps then, we can rise

Above that tugging survival instinct

Above that hopeless drive to tug the rope of existence

And then truly live

In Nature's will

Perhaps…

Or it’s just the comforting thoughts

 Of a dying woman.