Beautiful

If you go down like that,

With your hair fanned out around your face

Black knuckles and blue knuckles

Screaming, "Oh, god this is beautiful!"

Without fear, because no one's scared to be dead

We're just afraid to die

Of whatever leads up to it

But it all leads up

Where else is there to go?

To heaven? Please

Please don't kid yourself

Just believe in this

All of it

You, you're here

With your neat hair and your wrinkled hands

Look at them

You don't know yourself any better than you know me

I guess everyone's a stranger

Unless they're not

They'll surprise you

Then you'll surprise them

And then you'll go together

Screaming, "Oh god, this really is beautiful!"

Reviews

[John Fitzgerald]

Such a hopeful poem. An accepting and brave take on a familiar theme. Good work :)