Soft Enough To Slip
A poem for when you need a reminder about the magic of what awaits when you let go.
The enduring gift of grief Is being pulled into the center Of emptiness Where I have no choice but to let my form Be pulled from me I cannot stop my body from slipping Where the skin I have loved Floats away, The bones I have leaned upon Scatter The thoughts I have nestled myself in Fade To be with my own destruction, The softening of my bones The sagging of my skin The loosening of my belly Without losing myself Is to learn to enjoy the passing of time. I left my body that day, And I only knew Because I told her that I missed being in me She asked me if I wanted to return No, not yet, I said I want to look around this expanse
Poem interpreted as image generated by Midjourney AI