I am not eager to meet it,
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I do not long for it’s embrace,
but I know that when it comes for me I’ll meet it with no trace
of the fear and loathing I’ve been taught to feel for the end of my life.
Death is not my enemy.
it won’t come for me with savage teeth,
or brandishing blood dripped blades,
but as a sweet release
from the agonies my body feels every minute of my life.
Death will take me by the hand
and gently lead me away from the pain,
and I will feel the peace settle in
as though being washed in a summer rain,
as my soul departs my worldly prison and is freed.
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Life Sentence
sometimes my body feels more like a prison
then it does an instrument for my mind.
i feel trapped within it’s boundaries
too limited by the shattered confines.
there are too many things I cannot do,
too many places I cannot go.
too many times I have to live
when what I want to do is thrive.
sometimes I watch the world through the bars,
these everyday eyes in this routine face.
i seep desire and wistfulness
from these pores pinned in place.
i cancel all the plans i’ve made
and apologize to the ones who’ve stayed
to love the person who is trapped inside
this fleshy prison where i reside.
—- m.morehead 2022
Dr. Fallible…
you listened to me
and when my body’s tale changed
you tried something new
saying they were just
words put on symptoms for the
insurance company
and not the be all
end all final sentence of
my one existence.
you treated my whole
not just the sum of my parts
saying it’s an art
not only a science.
when we fail to find a fix
we should always ask
are we looking right
where we should be or do we
need to start anew?
I’ve never met a
single other doctor quite
as lovely as you.
— mmorehead 03-04-21
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