a little death
I know I will die one day,
I've accepted that.
But I'm still scared of dying,
Only because it's human nature.
When I do die though,
I'd hate for people to mourn for me.
I can imagine myself being rushed to the hospital.
My dad carrying me in his arms,
My mother screaming,
My sister crying,
My brother praying,
I can imagine all of it.
I can imagine being rushed back,
I can imagine the doctors and nurses hooking me up to various machines.
Then there's me,
Tears in the brims of my eyes,
Smiling at my parents,
Being the happy girl they knew,
I can see myself telling them, "I'm just a little broken, but I'll be fixed soon."
Like I always do.
I always tell them I'm broken.
And they always tell me that they'll fix me.
I can imagine,
Hearing my papa's voice,
Along with my great grandmother's.
I can imagine seeing them, welcoming me into their arms.
And I can imagine my papa saying, "Long time no see kiddo."
And then...and then...
They would hug me while I cry.
Because I would know,
That I have left my families side.
But that's the thing,
What's the world without a little death?
a.b.