Poetry Monday

October 17, 2016

Imagine the Room Adjacent

Moonlight dances across the sill.
Creeps through the blinds.
Touches nothing but empty space, save the anxious woman in the room.

She breathes deep, drawing upon a synthesis of life and death.
It is death.
It is life.
It is truth.
It is a lie.

The mind it races.
Confused and afraid.
It cannot escape.
It knows only life.

The life she chose is powerful,
yet equally powerless.
It is lived in the mind,
not the world.

Where in the heavenly realms will she reside?
I beg the question,
I often set aside.


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