I Bleed Words Sometimes

Morning

Credit: Eva Rubinstein

I thought of those who had died in their sleep

Such a beautiful way to go

You rest, you dream, you leave this earthly shell behind…

I wondered how peaceful it would be

How there would be no suffering; at least in death

A thought crossed my mind. But I didn’t say it out loud.

Wishes are made with closed eyes and secretly in the heart.

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep

6.30 am. Birds began to chirp. Sunlight beamed through the cracks in the curtain.

And I was awake.

Never have I felt so alone, so dejected, so sad.

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