One Life
A fine lesson in spiritual attachments and regret, by Pradita Kapahi.
In the end there was darkness. Pain, white hot pain, and hopelessness. So much so that they swamped me completely. Till I finally succumbed…
Then…
Let there be light… and light there was. Warm, welcoming, pure, ethereal.
When that moment passed, I floated up, weightless like a feather. The pins and tubes stuck to my body, the pain of my failing organs, it was there no more and I was free, devoid of every human ailment or frailty. It was a moment of immense lightness and strength. I felt renewed.
In the room though, the mood was different…
“Flatline…”, the Doctor pronounced with resignation in his eyes and tone, as he looked at my family. Guilty eyes pleading sorry, as if he had let them down. One by one everyone but my family moved out.
That’s when it started. The mourning. It was grey. Did you know emotions have colors…
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
Thank you so much for this Lee.
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You are so welcome, although your story almost brought me to tears.
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Really? I’m honored that my writings could evoke such an emotion, but why is that? Did you ever experience this? Or watch someone go through it?
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No, it helped make me realize some of the things that I haven’t done or said in my lifetime that I should have. Never too late, though.
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Oh! That’s an even bigger achievement for me as a writer – to drive the point home. Thank you again for reblogging and liking the story.
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