It's The Small Things In Life

J. Ann Mate

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.

  • Author: J. Ann Mate (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2023 02:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: A 'small' someone is acknowledged and it changes their life; forever grateful even through death.
  • Category: Nature
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    I've known people facing the inevitable to have both peace and stamina.



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