They said that when you die, your soul floats to another dimension and searches for a new beginning.
They said when it finds its destination, the acceptance depends on your soul’s purity.
But when I died I found no God, no Devil, no Heaven, no Hell, or even the hollow embrace of a purgatory. I didn’t find my life’s happily-ever-after jotted down in a book, or scribbled carelessly on a chamber wall in the lake of fire.
I found myself completely alive within my death.
I’m now left to write poetry with my personal demons for eternity.
And I’m utterly content.
lovely.
Thank you Smila!
That is really great. Enjoyed reading it. And then again.
Thanks Jon, I’m really happy you liked it.
Succinct and very darned well written. Enough said!
Wow Bobby, that was more than generous to say. Thanks so much for reading. I really enjoyed writing this piece.
That’s terrific. Well done.
Thank you John. I’m very humbled that you think so.
And then there was… Oh never mind you found it!
Thank you b. I sure did find something! Thanks for reading.
Good stuff! Love it.
Thanks so much jlcourtney. I really appreciate it.
Something to look forward to:) Nicely done
Thanks so much.
Amen!
Thank you for reading.
Ha! Nicely written. Enjoy your forever poetic bliss.
Lyrical and poignant – thank you.
Thank you for your awesome comment.