(A/N) This is a poem Quisy wrote to help him feel better about the death of his mother.
I had a talk with death today and it wanted me to tell you that it is not the dark vile enemy nor is it the end. Instead, it wanted me to share that it is the beginning of eternal life. It asked that I that shed light onto it's darken reputation so that it is no longer feared but understood. I asked death why are we so afraid of it, why do we value living so much that we've come to defy dying. Death said, "it is because we fear that dying will mean we are no longer but a forgotten corpse while life continues. That what many do not understand that without it there cannot be life and just as there cannot death without life. That we hold onto the false pretenses of the physical living whilst disregarding the spiritual life."
So I asked death, does that mean dying doesn't determine which path the of spiritual route we'll take. Death responded and said "it does not know nor determines which path a spirit will take only that it will grant them their eternal essence to finally live." Death shared that the mind of man has changed over the centuries, masking it as something to be sadden by where it should be celebrated just as a child born into the world. Death ended our conversation with this, "I can assure you I will come for each of you fear not but how I come sadly that is up to how you live." Today I had a talk with death and now I can say I'm no longer fearful of it but overstand it. Death doesn't take life but continues it, to live out in the spiritual realms.
Every time I recite this poem it gives me peace knowing my mother has found peace even more so now with everything that's going on. See, I know all about my family's background although it was against my grandmother’s wishes, Mir too, since his parents worked for the company as well. My mother taught me more than just how to fight she also told me about the work she and momma Joe do. When my father left I wonder if that had anything to do with it however, my mom never confirmed or denied it but hearing about his drug life that really has me confused. I asked Mir to take me to momma Joe’s so we can talk to her face to face to get more answers. I need to know how my mother could deal with someone who is a supposed drug lord. I needed to get away from the others for a moment because Cut and Mal don't know about momma Joe and I don't want to drag them deeper into this mess. Ny on the other hand knows, she thinks I'm ignorant to who she is but if she thinks I'm a let someone step to my bro without doing a thorough background checks she's sadly mistaken. I'm just surprised she's willing to feed me bull shit about my father being a drug lord whilst withholding whatever it is momma Joe told her not to say. More importantly, I need to know where I've seen that Ramón guy from, he looks way too familiar. Shit if I'm being honest he looks like a younger version of my pops and an older version of myself.
Aye bro I think it’s best I call your dad. I know how you feel about him and what he stands for but I really need someone on the inside who's on our side to help us out. Quisy said to Mir.
Quisy call your godparents they'll know what to do I don't want to bother that man and his perfect life. Mir replied.
Well technically that would be your pops stupid and besides uncle Leonard eyes creep me out, it’s like there's no life in them. Also, you know I don't think Auntie Mary likes me like that. Quisy said.
Iight well we’ll see what momma Joe saying if you're still not satisfied then we'll call all of them. Mir replied.
Oh you know Ny work for momma Joe. I found out after Mal introduced us but I didn't want to say anything because I figured it was just momma Joe being careful about us. But since all this events been happening in thinking her caution has a big reason behind it. Quisy said.
Yeah I know. I ran her name too. Mir replied as they pulled up to momma Joe’s house.
As the two made their way inside the house they were unaware of the newly welcomed guest. Searching around the place they soon decided to give momma Joe a call to see where she could be. Not that her absence was abnormal but there was this eerie feeling that something was out of place.

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