Death

Sweet, sweet silence

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Today I am sharing another piece from I Write. These pieces are from a part of me that was supressed for a long time.

The creative child that lost herself and her self belief. I have reclaimed this part of me and now she is there for all the world to see.

The first line of this poem came to me on a walk. It felt neither sad or morbid, more of an acceptance that the parts of me that have bee dying off were ready to leave the building for good. An opportunity to reflect how far I have come at recognising my emotions and that interconnectedness between what the body feels. That felt good, really good.

A twist on a celebration and a point in time where I am beyond ready to leave those stories that are not serving me behind me forever. In honour of all those that are in the process of rebirthing and regenerating into all that you came to be.

This was also the week where I dreamt of being rebirthed through a large oven, like the ones my dad used to have in his bakery. I was encased in a large blanket of pastry, a bit like a sausage roll and pulled through the other side into somewhere that I can only describe as ‘cosmic’. Just in case you need a bit of light with the shade!

I long for the sweet, sweet silence of death,

my tomb awaits empty, yet I am already there,

I long for the feeling of soil pressing lightly on my breast,

I cannot wait any longer, I cannot wait to feel bereft.

Whilst I am expected to mourn the passing of time, I find myself comfortable in my new bed.

I lay calmly and peacefully, eyelids no longer fluttering, my arms laid majestically across my chest.

For in this space that no-one else can inhabit, I enjoy the silence, I enjoy not hearing the sound of my breath.

If you were to gaze upon me, you would see a fleeting smile play across my lips,

you see the part of the journey before this was not easy, those times I was shaken I will not pretend that I miss.

I am finding the stillness a blessed relief, I have craved the comforting presence of Mother Earth above and beneath.

As a lay in my cocoon with the spiders and bugs, I am no longer tired, there is no more ‘I must’.

I buried myself in the warmth of the day, there was no one to witness, there was no one to say a few words or silently pray.

You see it’s only me that can stand at this grave, it’s only me that knows how I have been so frightened and brave,

It’s only me that will celebrate my life as it was, it’s only me that knows this is not really the end.

It’s only me that declared into the void “Enough! I can no longer pretend”

I suddenly feel the stirring sensation that I am being brought back to life, that I have been given another chance to stand in the light.

I hear my heart starting to slowly beat, I feel the heat of new blood as it begins to course through my veins,

I feel the movement of cells, skin and bones.

I can hear everything louder and clearer, I hear gentle footsteps as they approach nearer and nearer.

Suddenly a hand reaches in through a space, through a crack, just a sliver and I grasp it with both hands as I am pulled upright and head first emerge,

with a new found awe at what happens in the space between worlds.

For a time I am not able to form words and I do not see the figure that birthed me into being.

Finally I am able to hoarsely whisper, “Am I alive”?

A voice answers from deep within “I Am”.

Blessings of love and light,

Louise x

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