surveillance

thumbprints press hard

on the outer part to shape shift being

into a failed construct

facade

hiding a soul looking for the light behind

to dispel shadows and such

searching for life beyond the creep of forced ideals

into everlasting peace

Regarding death….

The personal threat of death looms heavy.

The air we breathe seems thick with risk. 

As a physician, I live quite cautiously – very aware of biology and consequence.

At the same time I live blindly in service to a call.

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So regarding my death,

I am aware of treasured moments and hope 

yet also the horror of being very alone in fear…

today that will be enough.

reach

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The heart grows tender only in the dark places of pain and loss

where seeds of anger die too slowly

but then reach

for the hope of rebirth

for the delicate touch of light

for a healing shower of grace and love