To the Living Dead
Part 2 of 3
She sat unaware
There she sat,
unaware.
after years —
which felt like months
sometimes days
fighting alongside each other
I see it on her face:
The deep despair.
Death won.
Her dreams, gone
She became a mother.
She became a wife.
Yet, rumors fled—
Sex.
Written on the walls
like a large Letter A.
She can no longer bear the pain.
She can no longer chase the dream—
the dream to win,
the dream to make democracy….
Well, make democracy a real thing.
The letter A
Followed her along.
Like a child, I was left in awe.
I was left on Why?
Why did she go?
Did she know I was fed to wolves?
And like a warrior—
well,
I conquered.
I beat death.
I guarded my spirit.
I turned your A
into a W.
A long road of life up ahead, indeed.
Legacy is too early to tell.
I want you to know because of your death,
I was able to grow.
From your wounds,
A warrior was born.
My dearest,
you once said, “I was your beard.”
I like to think a light to the fight
Hidden in the dark rather than a beard
You were always my hero…
Like a Rose.
My dearest Rose—
I no longer sit.
I am aware!
Along with the relationship’s life cycle, this 2nd poem focuses on our dreams experiencing the same. There are barriers, challenges, opportunities, and joys to bring our dreams forward— to birth, evolve or die.
What’s holding your dreams back?