From Death To Life

Searching for answers in the depth of the mind.
More talking, years of talking.
Maybe death would be better.
Perhaps that would be too kind.

Nothing again. No explanation just stress.
Despair tears, and lack of hope.
Maybe death would be better.
Would that ease my hoplessness?

Two thousand hours still writhing, God, still talking.
Exhausted and frustrated.
Maybe death would be better.
Would stop this endless struggling.

Waking one morning a, surprising feeling.
This strangeness this new lightness,
Maybe life would bebetter
Am I, at long last, healing?

by Susan Alldred Lugton

Comments (1)

Life is really short enough to want death.