Old friend,
I haven’t seen you for so long.
You have hidden yourself away,
a self-imposed hiatus.
Do you not hear the call?
The Sun woos once again;
it is time to take up your burden
and enter the land of the living.
Fungal feeding frenzy,
malicious maggot malware,
nibbling, writhing,
homing in
where soft flesh is most exposed,
fondness for frailty
and appetite for Achilles heel
driving gluttony to new depths.
At first bite,
you panic;
to be thus consumed
wasn’t on your list,
or even your radar.
But
Nature demands that
dead flesh be disposed of;
it is the way of the world
to devour the dross,
ply fangs to cadavers.
When once Death is murdered,
what is alive can truly live.
Don’t suffer what is already dead
to be termed a loss;
rather,
rejoice that what is breathing,
viable,
dynamic,
is being purged,
cleansed,
sterilized.
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The process of refinement can be so very painful! It is hard to keep our eyes on the prize to come when we start losing parts of ourselves…but letting go of what is lesser to gain what is more moves us ever forward on our journey.