What is it all worth? Cyclical suffering, it seems since our very birth- we enter this world in pain, tears of a newborn soul-- an introduction to sorrow--the happiness that life stole. She was told of her impending death, adding more to life's gloom-- still I'd see her smile, even as death would loom. She'd cook, she'd eat, she'd love, she'd sleep, she'd even play a game or two-- to the point that I'd wonder if she forgot what death would do-- like what's the point in living if you were told death is coming, and knew
Its indeterminate the doctor said, cancer, and were' not quite sure when you'll be dead.It could be sooner or later, we can't cure you, it will surely grow in size, till it leads to your demise--I'm sorry Eve, as he stares into her eyes, three kind words but its as if the doctor lies.
How could he be sorry--he has no idea perhaps he means pity.
You see she is no different than you and i, except that she now stares at death right in the eye, while we blink and cower, even though death is promised to us all, and may come at any hour.
Her eyes betray her sombre reality. We spoke, we laughed, we lived and I could never so much as glean past the glee before me. What it is to live life knowing? Would the candles of our life still flicker?
Her candle is still alight.
She smiles still, even as death looms. Even as death is in plain sight.
Rest in God's peace.
(P.S. please recite the opening chapter of the Quran (fatiha) for her soul)
Dark tears, Revelations of an unruly heart, The seamstress who's seams have strewn apart Revelations of an unruly heart, I am your ego, cast in cast Iron, Savoured by itself, by it's Self. Truth, sounding my Inner Siren A vestige of divine promises. Revelations of an unruly heart, A casualty to self-Love An unfeathered dove, Crying livid tears, Revelations of an unruly heart, Heaven hold me at my temple, How i long to be free, Spiritual serendipity, For even your favoured children were orphans, Reared by divinity. Revelations of an unruly heart, Favour my orphaned soul whose crevices have hardened into sullen scabs of ember and coal, Crying dark tears Revelations of an unruly heart,
