we stood in front of my childhood closet fighting about the course that i was on she was positive i would never make it into the kingdom of her god and to tell you the truth to this day, i am ever thankful i will not..
“i will never die!” i remember yelling at her, knowing full well that my physical body would someday expire.. but i knew then with the clarity of an epiphany, that the force that i called “i” would never die, but just move on..
to date, i have received no further revelation. no moments of insight, no visions in the night.. yet, each time i recall that single apparition of teenage clarity, it rings with a truth i have never found in any god…
What will my words become to you when I am gone? Will they rush over you like cleansing waters bringing life where there is none? Releasing you from the burden I have become when nothing more can be done?
Or will they burn, hot like iron pokers? Branding you, covering you in a thick layer of black soot. My sack cloth my ashes- all that is left of the faceless child you never allowed yourself to get to know.