A Simple Death
Secret sorrows of this heart The truth of my body received
Each cell a journal, pages filled
With experience left to retrieve
And I, the coward, warrior, fool
To hold the only key
Which unlocks all the tendril paths
To my divinity
How deep and bloodied were the ways
I struggled to believe
When now the only solace, a simple death
Is the truth of my body received
Its course uncharted sings me home
I have only to concede
My fear and anguish, trust and follow
The truth of my body to be freed.
Hallie Sawyers