I managed to write four pages this week and a poem to send off to my Aunt Kate who I have come to the understanding is dying and not going to live much longer. This weighs heavy on my heart indeed as she and I are the best representation of what family really is. She also suffers chronic pain and has Cancer to boot - earlier this year she broke her hip and has truly failed to recover from that - there was never any hope of a recovery from the lung cancer which is now spreading like the terrible disease it is.
I don't mean to bring you down. I love this woman dearly and now only hope for her pain to vanish away no matter what that also means.
I realized that I've missed two Magpie photos and am currently looking at this weeks to suss out the right words.
it’s okay to die
I look forward to death
with relief, comfort
and sedated melancholy.
if I look up now
if I look up now
what will I see?
and if I look down?
man was not born for
pursuit of perfection
but to be free;
not tied to breathing,
entrapped by fear.
it’s okay to die.
this is what I tell myself
while it is not too late
for living.
- Hoc Scripsi