Sometimes death sounds like magic to my ears,
To my soul
A yearning to be elsewhere
To go beyond this body, this mind, this earth
I see it in slow motion
As my spirit rises above it all
I hear sounds of beauty and joy and peace
In the moments when my trauma no longer paves the path
And I am found
Face -to-face with wholeness,
With the me underneath the madness,
As the endless chatter in my head subsides
What bravery it takes to leave the world behind On a search for more than this
And braver, still — to stay.