"When The End Is Near"
I
was wounded by the moon.
The
stars in the sky also turned out to tell lies.
How
could you be, so coy with me?
My
wounds were your wounds.
Where
they not self-inflected?
I
stared at the sun knowing its powerful
rays
would scorch the retina of my eyes.
Why
do mortals beg and plead for death, but
when
their appointed hour comes
they
feel somehow as though
life
had suddenly betrayed them?
Is
that not what you asked for?
Fire
and glass both have one thing in common;
they
can both be broken by the destruction of the storm.
With
time lagging behind your Saturday mornings just don’t feel the same anymore.
Life has now changed.
Rose
petals on sandy beaches, red wine, candle lights, and the moon.
These
are the things that help make this a perfect night.
Growing
old I think about my tomb and my gravestone.
Engraved
on my headstone will read:
Here
lies a remarkable woman who was full of passion and imagination.
She
indulged in life and won every battle that came her way.
Too
many times we wonder what people will say when we are gone,
but
most NEVER really knew who we were in the first place.
I
can hear you now kicking and screaming in your grave saying “this is not me?
Whom
do you speak of?”
How
can you stand before the church speaking on my behalf when I can speak for
myself?
Let
me write my own eulogy!
Don’t
let history blot out your name or rewrite your story
tell
it the way it happened.
Let
me reflect on the fragments we call
LIFE.
Let
me stand before the church on today
and
testify about a woman named ME!
This
is my truth and I hold it tight!
I
bid you all farewell
and
goodnight!
Written by Corenna Khieu.
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