By Melissa Potocki
Sitting on the precipice of the final darkness
I realize that this is all those
Who went before me wanted.
It’s not that they didn’t want to go on.
They just needed the ride to end.
And in that moment,
the only way to meet the end
was to end themselves.
I sat and stared into the face of death
hearing only a silence
that would come with blinking first.
And as I stared,
random thoughts fell
from my mind to my heart.
A star filled sky.
Meeting someone new that felt old.
The power of music.
And I felt a strength
I had forgotten about.
I pushed myself closer into
The face of death
And with a fierce whisper said:
Not Today.
Death blinked and faded into
A diffused moment in time
Slowly giving way to the light of day.
I left the graveyard that day
Knowing I wasn’t done living yet.