Kelly DuMar

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Ashes to Dust

Last night I dreamed a euthanasia, my deliberate choice

I let the deadly nurse inject her lethal serum

into my veins, I was willing to meet death, like Juliet, 

with a lover's promise of administering an antidote, I was

drowsed and drugged - seduced to the razor edge

of consciousness, I felt, so this is the great great

letting go I've lived a life in fear of facing

but the serum failed to topple me, I woke without

an antidote, I woke and roamed the hospital halls

outsmarting the nurse, her needling intent, escaping

through a hidden door, opening to the woods where I knew

I would find my way where I would not have to die

in order to be revived

 

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