My life began with a funeral
A fresh start from a bloody goodbye
The harmful root wrenched free and yet
I weep for what is no more than an
Absence.
Standing alone, I jump from the edge
Suspended above water, space, which
Expands to meet me as I greet it with
A kiss – both bitter and relieving
Romantic
For what is more complex than this
To risk both all and nothing
Life is short and so is my grief
But I always remember the
Funeral
From whence it began, this journey
Of solitude where I seek out
The innermost secrets of being
Me, on the verge of some great
Adventure.
Hey readers, after a brief hiatus, I am back at the Speakeasy this week! Since there are only two more weeks left before summer break, dive on in an submit your own work! It’s a lot of fun.
This week’s prompt must begin with the sentence “My life began with a funeral” and must refer to the photo.
