Mourning (Letting Go)

The unpreventable aspects of life can never be evil; death is one of those inevitable features, so we need to accept it with equanimity. - Thoreau

my basket clean out of clothespins for my spirit to hang out and air-dry

baking in hell's kitchen as my soul is hardly dextrous enough to toss a stir-fry

i laugh as i no longer know how to cry

grounded indefinitely because i'm too scared to flap my wings and fly

telling folks i'm busy when i really have a black eye

oh where went my blue sky

weary from continually asking, "why"

yesterday fresh and today lonesome as i reach for a crowbar with which to pry

fooling myself because i lack the outright tact to deny

you've got to at least recognize the truth in order to call it an unmitigated lie

wearing black and calling myself a good guy as i roll down the window for yet another drive-by

clutching remnants of a curved, broken sword as i trip and scream, "bonsai"

am i holding on or letting go, i just don't know

i never did learn how to fasten a bow tie

alive because i'm too afraid to die

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Author's Note

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." - Thoreau