I was laying in my coffin
thinking a bit too often
wondering where my life has gone
and who’s the person that can’t live on.
I wonder if my voice is still heard
I shout the most absurd thing that came into my membrane
but not even a whisper came out.
I told them without a doubt
a little bit of advice and a little bit of experience they never thought I went through.
“ I was so depressed I couldn’t feel the things that would hurt me because it was the strongest thing that ever hit me and nothing else could affect me. In short, emotions really hurt you with a soft punch and a sharp pain.”
To look forward on the edge of death would be to invite the imbalance that would send you over the precipice; instead look back to solid ground and find comfort in the familiar. Let your fear ground you by refusing to dwell on it—advance only when calm has built a bridge where you otherwise might have plummeted.