I’m not saying it would be easy.
We’re willing to take it.
“I’m dying” you say, with tears falling
into crevices lying deep in your cheeks.
What is holding you here?
What is it that makes you stay –
when all you’ve ever known is no more.
Your mind lives in a different time.
The woman you ask for is gone.
She’s had her rest – well deserved.
Go to meet her.
She cannot come back to you.
She has gone home,
to her babies beloved.
Both had waited far too long
to feel their mother’s embrace.
Don’t be afraid to go home.
You deserve a rest from
constant confusion.
We’ll be ok.
We can take it.
Thought Autopsy 