An Ode After Passing

Death is a puzzle and never an easy converastion.  In March a cousin of mine passed away his life tragically curtailed.  His was a life of addiction and mental anguish.  He lived and breathed like all of us but struggled to fit into main stream living.  On his good days he was bright, articulate, sharply intelligent and revelled in his passion for chess.  On his bad days hollow-eyed and anguished.  I never knew how to best support him or those closest to him.  This poem came to me a few days after he passed.IMAG1234

Silently sleeping
Slipping slowly from the motorway of life
Sliding under the radar of breath
Spirit untangling from the nauseous wrangling of life
A struggle against clipped wings
Misunderstood beginnings
A life that tripped and fell and fell again
Pained bruising of powerlessness
Straining towards grandeur
Trying to close the gap between the gutter and the stars
Ermine cloaked castles always out of reach
Earthly gold and glamour poor substitutes
Hopelessly hopeful
Against the drag of millstone weight
Falling further and further from grace
The puzzling of quizzical others
Tired of scurrying along the highway of life
So easy to relax and glide into the exit lane
Softly coasting into the cool, green freshness of Paradise
To resurrect and spread again the feathered wings of Icarus
A new chance to soar to the sun
To experience the joy of unfettered flight
Freedom to duck and dive
And play the edge with no fear of death
Essence of pure precious spirit
Shaking loose the scuffed trials of clodded earth
Foresaking the yearning hearts left behind
Fly, Spirit, fly

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