Crossing Over
It is now time to say my gentle goodbye.
The voice in the shadows, so lucid
left open to attention, mythically translucent
the firm gaze, loosely rose in amusement
from a distance, slowly pursuant
this heavenly being is soothing
not alarming, eerie, or disapproving
coming to me closer as I am teary eyed
it is now time to say my gentle goodbye
my energy is rapidly declining
battling as I see the sun rising
they will be appearing imminently
my agony will be mentally set free
it is not soon enough, Im afraid
my emotions are taking over,
feeling a hazy breeze around me
unimaginably faint, my time is getting much closer
I have been waiting for this for so long
I need to move things along,
this hell of a place is not where I belong
what kind of a life is lived with minor ups and persistent downs
a life of counting down the seconds, the minutes, the hours
judgmental family, always making you feel lost and alone
the wrong path was chosen for me from the start, mind blown
I’m just an angel, with shattered wings, awaiting to go home
—h.b. Woods
About the Creator
H.b. Woods
I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily. I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.
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