Breathless

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Courage: Oxford dictionary defines courage as "strength in the face of pain or grief".

  To me, courage sounds like a very powerful entity, and yet, I cannot help but to ask myself how something can be so strong...so brave...and at times, so fragile amongst the mighty beasts that surround it, and seek to nullify its righteousness---the beasts of arrogance...anger...blame... irresponsibility...emptiness...shame, and the burning desire to live, or...to die.

...ego.

Courage is like the savior of mankind, the hero within us all, and yet it is most often, the outward manifestation of bringing our deepest fears into the light. It lay in waiting for us to reach towards as we walk the pathless land to truth. It summons us quietly among the other more dominant pleasures of human existence, to accept our flesh and blood mortality, and also the immortality of things unseen. When it arrives from a pure place, unincumbered by the beasts that can often burden us, it is the path to our greatest love for each other. It sometimes ruthlessly opens the door of a Pandora's Box within our minds, hearts, and souls, in a way that helps us overcome the fears within us, and also those around us.

 

   I was told that faith, hope, trust, courage, and charity are virtues, if our hearts are open to love without expectations, wants, and demands.

 

So here is a poem about courage.

 

I still remember the very first kiss,
I never imagined it would ever get like this,
So many good days, so many bad,
So many now I wish I had.

 

You always said I'd be the one to leave,
I would never have thought fate had this up it's sleeve,
Twinkling eyes that light fire in my soul,
A stubbornness only I can cajole.

 

Eight years ago on that very first meeting,
I couldn't imagine today...my heart bleeding,
But oh, the memories, the mornings of love,
The evenings of romance, like heaven above.

 

So now as you lay next to me,
Beautiful and free,
You can't hear my tears,
Or my pleads to speak to me.

 

Your new life is calling,
I was told this would be hard,
But I never had fathomed,
Love would deal me this card.

 

I remember the talks about leaving this way,
I knew you didn't want this, my love...what can I say?
I loved you so deeply, I just could not bear,
To let go of you...please, do remember how much that I care.

 

So, I press the red button,
The shrillness of the alarm,
I watch as your heartbeat slows down,
...no harm.

 

I lean towards you gently,
Give you one last kiss,
It feels just like the first time, my love...
         ....breathless.

 

© 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've cared for patients whose families have chosen to abide by the living will of their loved ones. A courageous choice that honors the individual's rights.

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burkej1h's picture

this means a lot to me, thank

this means a lot to me, thank you for these words

nightlight1220's picture

You're welcome.

You're welcome.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

SSmoothie's picture

Such Heart wrenching sorrow,

Such Heart wrenching sorrow, but beautifully done! Hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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Thanks, SSmoothie. Means a

Thanks, SSmoothie. Means a lot. It is hard to write about for me because I am sure that the pain is unbearable for those left with such decisions....still, it is something we may all face one day and should try to think about. Most people really do not until the time comes, and more times than not, I have been witness to hopelessness and what some would say is 'unnecessary suffering. Who is to say? Very difficult decisions.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "