MonuMental

My spirit scoffs at this condition
‘Puh!’
This soft cloth that I’ve been draped in is ready to be shed
I look down, look up,
Look left, look… Well, ‘try’ to look right as much as I can
I forget what’s over there
I retreat to my blessings
My soul wants to shribble but I know it’s set and ready
Transcendence
My return
My travel
I’m ready to connect to the stars and the moons
I’m ready to rejoin the scriptures
My body is getting weaker so it can’t hold me to this plane much longer
It’s letting me go so I can move on
I’m light-headed and weak
Perhaps the part of me that’s reaching out
the spectral fingers sprawling up, uncurling towards the heavens
Maybe these are the sensations of becoming part of the Greater once again
I don’t remember this
But I know
I know everyone coming around doesn’t see it
But I’m going home
I’m okay
I see you
I love you too
But I’m fine
I’m more than fine
I’m going home