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The New Luster of Life   (after the horrible scare)


early last Sunday morning
I thought I wasn't going to be here
anymore

I awoke to
a long hard series of squeezes
in the left side of my chest


they're right
it comes for you
at four o'clock in the morning
when you least expect it
taps you on the left shoulder

this one was a bow and arrow
driving home, through me
from the front to the back
then meandering jaggedly up my neck
to my right jaw like a severe tooth ache

yes, you monster
whatever you are
you have my attention

there was
what seemed like
a long wait on the phone
as I was counting in my head
a long grocery list of wishes
left unaccomplished

I couldn't catch my breath
it was ragged and wheezy,
lagging several steps behind
where it should've been

now it is today
Saturday
another day
and I'm breathing fine and dandy
sitting here
in this same spot
a lot calmer
wiser

the pain is mostly gone
but not the memory of it
the deepness of it
the kick-in-the-butt-wake-up-you-idiotness
of it all
and the
ludicrousness of
taking life so seriously
perhaps

my Father succumbed
my Mother succumbed
even without my having any of the risks
I may have been like so
many of those before me who have succumbed
to the failings
of their fragile hearts

but it wasn't my time
it wasn't
there are
so many things left to do
so many things to see
so much to hold onto while I can
while life is still in front of me

I can see it now
its good in a way

I didn't ever think was
going to be possible
again.



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RE-EDITED ON JANUARY 24, 2017 8:29AM PST

Copyright November 22 2014 All Rights Reserved By This Author
Meloo/Melissa A Howells Straight from her Tilt-a-World





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