Contemplations of a Disturbed Soul

XIX

I'll leave now.

Time has flown faster towards the end,

Not leaving me time enough to speculate

What all of it meant,

Perhaps it meant nothing,

Perhaps all it lead to was this moment,

In pain fading away to ease,

To a moment of solitude, of peace,

To a moment of letting go, of leaving,

Of beauty,

Or a moment of defeat,

With a weak, broken body wrapped up in sheets,

To be burned? Buried? Does it even matter?

It does not feel heavy.

It feels like this moment welcomes me.

Caresses my body with its burdened arms,

Greets me with a forlorn smile,

With eyes brimming with a definitive joy,

Its presence contained, and overflowing at the same time,

I smile.

And now that I accept it,

it takes me away.