Worth The Living
Worth The Living
“Release
and plunge beneath the driving
Winds
and waves of blank despair.
Let
it go – give up your striving:
Naught
you want is really there.
Tricked
by fate and time and story
Lost
and stripped of every glory.”
So
the voice that dwelt inside
Bid
me do – said “Let
it go
And
in the arms of death abide
Where
nothing could e’er harm ye so
As
the touch of those who’s ‘love’
You
may yet feel but never prove.”
How
cold and dark was death’s embrace
Which
stilled the beating of my heart.
I
could not tell of form or face
That
were possessed by such a part
Of
the deep void I now surrendered
All
things to I still remembered.
“Help
me forget it all,” I
breathed
Into
the dark that clasped me ‘round.
“Fear
not, your pains shall be relieved.”
Sweet
death replied, and in the sound
I
heard a note of shiv’ring ease
Which
plunged me into sweet release.
Ah,
how I longed to ever lie
Within
death’s arms – the haven still
Which
drowned my ever memory
And
fastened to a stone my will.
Though
cold, ‘twas restful in that place:
The
hollow tomb of vanquished space.
“Return,
oh lost and hidden one
Remember
who you’re meant to be.”
A
voice called through my blissful tomb
Setting
my averse spirit free.
I
struggled to remain with death
And
in the struggle, found my breath.
The
heart which in my breast had died
Shuddered
to life and throbbed with pain.
In
agony and rage I cried
Against
the voice which would again
Draw
me from peace back into woe.
I
wept and screamed “I
will not go!”
“Not
for your sake,” the
voice replied,
“Need
you return to live and do,
But
for another, who has cried
And
never ceased from missing you.”
“Come
back! Come back!” it
did persist
Even
as I chose to resist.
“No
one misses me!” I
swore,
“Not
here, not then, not evermore.
If
I go back – just like before
Shall
things return. I want no more
Of
such a life where grief and pain
Have
no relief in love or gain.”
“Is
not one heart’s true love enough?”
Said
the voice, “You need
not stay
Where
to remain would be to crush
A
heart which beats and beats to pray
That
somewhere you are safe and well;
Not
in this self-imposéd Hell.”
“I
will not go,” still
I replied
Burying
my mind in the fold
Of
death – in hopelessness defied –
I
grasped to keep all I could hold
Of
the forgetful painlessness
I
lost myself in emptiness.
“Please
come back,” A soft
voice said
Within
my heart it whispered close.
No
man, when love and hope are dead
Can
e’er ignore a voice he knows
And
used to love. Such it will wake
And
seal the heart which once did break.
“Come
back to me! I miss you so.”
This
voice belovéd called to me.
“Wherever
you may hap to go
Such
is where my heart will be.”
It
said, the last and final word:
“Please,”
and then no more I
heard.
Such
soft entreaties melted all
The
blank benumbing death within
My
heart. I must answer the call!
Change
all that is to what had been.
My
will, new-born, with wings of flame
Ignited
night and banished shame.
Upwards
from the deep I soared
Through
the crashing, woeful waves
Which
about my death had roared
So
gleefully to fill their graves
With
on more victim. “Nay!”
Cried I
“He
that’s vanquished need not die!”
“I
am coming! Wait for me!”
Called
I as I broke the hold
Of
death’s grasp – and breaking free
I
rose in dawn as bright as gold.
For
love is life and life for giving.
Love
that gives makes worth the living.
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Wow, this is a haunting and incredible story!!! While one part of me is fangirling is about about all the gorgeous imagery going on here, the other part of me is picturing a zombie-type man coming awake and shouting: "Brains!"
ReplyDeleteThat's just my weird brain though, pay me no mind! XD