Sometimes, I feel like I'm being crushed by a falling forest Or like I'm caught in an avalanche and can't breathe - The snow rapidly cementing around me. Sometimes, I think I grew up observing too deeply, Witnessing too much too young. Sometimes, I think I understood the weight of this world too soon, Losing my innocence in the truth of it all. And, I wish, I could save those who lived lightly - Those who were lost too soon. I could give them my oxygen, my organs, my blood - Anything that would save someone who should be alive Anything that would prevent happy lives from turning hard, From being tainted by the lens of loss. Take bits of me to save them And maybe then I will finally feel light - Hollow of a heavy heart and tired lungs, Just ashes in the wind, With pieces of me giving life to all of the people Who were pushed over the edge Before they were meant To fall. In memory of Mike Wynn, who lived lightly and was lost too soon.
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