Monday, February 20, 2012

Migration Call

Hundreds of migrating birds
in my backyard
flying around, making loud noises
calling me to go?

I wish strong arms
around my body
to take me away
to the land of no memories.

I asked my therapist
and he said:
``Parts of you want to die
and new parts are re-born.''

Dying is too personal
to share, even with dearest friends
and being reborn
is way too painful.

And if our spirits live on
why being afraid?
Dear travellting friends
I am begging you ...

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