Is this Defeat?
The final goodbyes?
This withdrawal,
The bodies natural response to embalm itself,
To tighten the white around body?
Or is this just the start of an awakening?
A shakening of past and present,
To remove the dark out of eyes,
Only to bring fourth the fruits of hard labour,
Is this a letting go?
This numbness has become a Game,
Luis told me, to play until it’s over,
I’m afraid that I have been on pause for weeks now,
So I’m clearing the houses,
Doing my rounds to only a few people,
Not even announcing my departure,
There is nothing to say anymore,
Have I fooled even myself ?
I hope the elements can do their work on me,
The earth, wind, air and fire, alchemising my mind,
Maybe the desert will be good rest,
Before I say hello to my Creator.
Or maybe the Creator will be I,
The worship of self will begin