Death Is Too Easy

by marciaverleta

Scared to death.

Scared to death.

To be in like company is sometimes a blessing. Yesterday I almost died. It’s crazy. Strange, selfish or foolish it was almost one hour of peaceful darkness.  Yes death is too easy.

Extremely tired; fatigued in mind, body and spirit. A curse of giving up.  My arguments hold no water. Life is too precious.

Another wake up call. Only cats have nine lives.  How many more chances do I get?  

Writing now has become more important.  What’s different? I wanna give it my best.

Courage is back at my door.  It’s been gone for such a very long time.  My door is wide open, please come in.

 

“Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.”
Rumi,

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