Poem -
THE BURN
What is death
But an instrument
To torture the living
So that every atom burns
Intensely
Relentlessly
The scream of a witch
Burning ever on stake
She and I, we leave trails
White hot ash
In our wake
Our breath is but smoke
Eyes melted to blind
We stumble, a'smoulder
Till death, pray we find
Release
M P 24/3/21
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What is death? That's the most weird question on Earth because although we ask (often in roundabout ways) we dont really want to know the answer... but then we do...but then we dont...but we do ...but we dont. What a conundrum! I like to say I am open minded but, when you think of it, that's a washout. Open minded to what exactly? That's right ... fuck knows! And this is where faith comes in. This is what religion was invented for (in my very limited and humble opinion). I do believe that death is not the end. I have seen ghosts, they are real! I have had my two year old son tell me about the life he lived before he was a boy and when he was a daddy. He talked at a very, very early age, and not just the odd word. He does not remember any of this now but at the time there was too much detail for it to be passed off as fantasy, plus he was too young to invent stories. So...I do not believe that death is the end. What happens? I dont know but something does.
Fabulous write, again, Marion ⚘ x
I know...in my heart of hearts I know this too...sense it? But since Judd...I don't know...the world is tilted, off kilter Tina...it's not enough for it to be a possibility I need to know...and know now...be assured, see where he is...confront the bloody forces lol!!!
I think I mentioned that grief is selfish and outrageous ...I am consumed with unanswered questions that I want answered right now!!! Thankyou very much!!!
I have been reading loads about near death experience and am finding a lot of comfort from the accounts. They are magnificent actually.
I am trying to write in a more impersonal way now so as not to kill people off with misery but regardless writing helps so much in understanding thoughts. A big bloody gold star to you for bothering even to read...lol. lots of hugs lovely lady ❤️
Awww...You are Judd's mother. You always will be. Forever and ever. It is only natural that you need answers. Hugs my friend x