27 Apr Paper Wings

I wrote this at Intermountain Medical Center in the CCU. My Father was on full life-support and completely incoherent. All I had was time and all I could hear was the ventilator pushing air into his lungs.

I wish I was a bird with paper wings
Flying over snow capped mountains
Marshmallow cotton infused skies

I wish I was on a horse
Riding fast and free
Out running my burdens – my wary heart
Weighing down upon me

Why does it seem so many are suffering
Experiencing profound grief
Yet my pain feels monumental

Don’t offer me comfort
When my soul is crying for absolution
And a sacred place to rest