EXIT ON WINGS
Is there a dignified exit
From the labyrinth of life?
Remorse floats just beneath the thin skin of age.
Sincerity struggles: save self.
Enlighten conscience to forgiveness.
Individuation swallows the other.
Broken wings lack support.
Imagine an escape.
Expose procrastination.
Dig up abandoned aims.
Mend wings still weak with indecision.
Reconstruct the incomplete flight plan.
Correct disability of clipped wings.
Use reliable glue.
Follow ancient migrations, proven pathways.
Soar toward wholeness of Truth.
Seek the patterns of heaven.
Fly again toward salvation.
Fallible humans
We fail, fall back to earth.
Why bother?
What is a real exit?
How much are wings mendable?
I am still young but have settled my affairs and have no loose ends or old axes still to grind. I am cruising along, writing what I feel like writing and comfortable with what I've done. After 56 years of paralysis, I look at death as a relief from the continual torture of being limited physically for much of what I do and losing what I did only yesterday. That's why I'm not looking for some fantasy like heaven, but a release from the pain and struggle with my memories still intact.
Ron