J. Ann Mate

It\'s The Small Things In Life

I’m dying.

But I feel alive.

Shrinking into her surface

She weeps.

Time is off duty.

My senses retired.

I’m dying.

But I feel alive.

My cathartic instrument.

You beckoned near

Proclaiming,

“It’s the small things in life.”

I’m dying.

But I feel alive.

Our hidden worlds

Exposed raw.

Life’s mute cycles

Given a voice.

I’m dying.

But I feel alive.

My purpose

Fulfilled

Every doubt

Degenerating.

I’m dying.

But I feel alive.

Alone

But loved.

Forgotten

But not unknown.

You stepped on me.

But I feel alive.