Ashes

Unkindness Of The Heavens (Poetry)

This one is dedicated to TheBibicalSinner, because he was one of the first persons to whom I told my plans about making the world okay, and at the very end, that is exactly what this poem sets out to do. Thank you, Oli. For inspiring so many people to face their demons. And thank you for helping me.

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I woke up one day in a strange, beautiful place,

Where everything was white, and my gown made of lace.

Bemused, i woke up, in this strange land where,

everyone was pure, and had the most beautiful hair!

Skeptical, I looked down on myself, only to be startled,

I was all clad in white, and literally sparkled!

'Where am I?', was the first question that arose,

while I watched the beautiful sun rays strike a pose.

Every man was a gentleman, every woman a lady,

every child was beautiful, and not a soul was needy.

The trees swayed lightly, smiling upon themselves,

I couldn't help but muster a smile, and suddenly, I was myself!

I danced with the wind, swayed with the river,

I played with the rabbits and sang with the beavers.

Suddenly, I sensed something, as if the beginning of an end,

But there were many-a-things to whom I still had to tend!

I looked up to the heavens, and they were smiling down on me,

but in their smiles, there was the slightest of hesitancy.

'It's time to go', they said, 'Come on',

'Go where?!', I asked, my hopes still clinging on.

'Back to reality, back to life', they said, with the slightest of shudders,

And at that moment, I knew, this was the beginning of a thunder.

'I don't wanna go!', I said, tears streaming down my eyes,

'You have to', they said, a single tear drowning their eyes.

They extended their hand toward me, a final gesture,

I involuntarily took it, my feelings a mixture.

I woke up suddenly, in my cold, hard, bed,

back to the life that i had always dread.

I heard a loud voice somewhere, that of the T.V,

'Another gang rape!', my mother screamed, she couldn't believe.

Another voice came from the adjoining room,

my father was enraged, 'These politicians must be smacked with a broom!'

My thoughts and mind went back to my dream,

where no girl was gang raped, or ever had to scream.

Is there even a place as Heaven, I wondered aloud,

my heart musing of the Heavens posing as clouds.

Is there really, Life after Death,

where the Lord never taketh, but only giveth.

The answers to these questions, I am still searching,

it has become a nightmare, almost a haunting.

But one thing there is, I can certainly say,

after every night, there always comes a day.

Maybe there is Life after Death, something on the other side,

but we only have the present with us, so let's take a stride.

A stride toward happiness, toward giving the best care,

So that even the Heavens will say, 'God, I wish I was there...'