*tw harsh words are used be warned*
Life happens everywhere. The plants you see on your way to work, the screaming infant the delivery nurse hands you when you've just given birth. When second of every minute theirs life.
But when all hell breaks lose you see death. The dead dear on the side of the highway. Your dead fish that's now in the sewer system. When you don't see life you see the compelling shade of death.
Their are some occasions where you see both life and death in the same place or format. The mother that died giving life. Or an infection that keeps growing but the the wire connected to your arm fights it.
When you see life you know that theirs some form of death happening in the world at the same time. Vice versa. Some people control this power. Giving chest compressions on a dying patient in the ER, or when you feel a wire around your throat tightening but manage to hide free. You normally don't see theses types of things in the world. The closed doors of private education might get you close or the video tape of your local serial killer confessing to the murders of the blonde haired single moms in town.
The things we see and hear confine us. They shape our lives for the good or bad. Some be for the wrong reasons but have a purpose in our story of the wonderful tale of life and death.
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The Storms of our lives
PoetryA series of poems and passages wrote late at night wishing over the stars.
