Antebellum and the Abolition

Some days are like standing at the

liminal abolition of the journey.

Fork in the road –

The end –

It’s like having the death angel

crouch down in a bunker with you.

He smiles –

"I’ll be back".

It’s a place where silence is shattered

with the unexpected

like shrapnel piercing through calm waters.

As do metal pierces the flesh.

Blood –

Laughter turned into terrible fear.

Followed by a calmness.

Flashing lights of the days prior.

Self reflection.

Acceptance.

Every day that I wake up

is filled with breathing in that moment,

living life in its fullness.

Ripple effect-

No more silence.

We have only once chance to get it right.

No do over’s –

One chance.

At antebellum did I feel like this?

Did I ever feel so close to the liminal abolition of the journey?

The end –

* Antebellum (Latin for “the period before the war”)