Rest in Peace

One summer morning when I lay down to die,

The birds were singing sweetly beneath a clear blue sky.

The sound of a rushing brook trickled into my ears,

And lying on the warm, brown earth soothed away my fears.

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I had been afraid to live and tired of being me,

And had thought that by ending life, I would then be free.

But freedom isn’t a place to escape to when one tires of the world;

Freedom is an act of love and a state of love unfurled.

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I came to find an end in death, but found only life instead,

And feeling freedom all around me, my bitterness was shed.

I still wished for closure, my burdens to release,

And lying on the earth that day, I found that I could rest in peace.

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This entry was published on February 5, 2013 at 10:09 AM. It’s filed under Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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