Done With Dying

The soul's salt statue
Burrows deep into a heart
Staring at pasts
Of missed opportunities.

Lost at the crossroad
Between life & survival.
One foot dancing
The other stuck in a guilty bog.

Hear her calling:
Choose life, my dear, choose lifeโ€ฆ
But the voices
Drown out hope
Like tsunamis take the beaches.

When the crows are calling
Search for the wild places
In your heart and soul.
Wait and listen.
Listen and wait
Because the gates
Only open for the wise.

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