Premise: A story intending to convey a strong impetus for positive life change set within a grim tale of a young woman who sets about merely to imagine. There’s no turning back from what actually happens.
I nestle a tab under my tongue
At just twenty eight, I’m still quite young
Before too long
I feel it coming on strong
Dreamily, lazily
I see my past with new clarity
Every question now answered amply
I see nearly three decades filled with so much regret
An eternity before I’m permitted to forget
I lead an unremarkable life
Few advantages, laden with strife
Only now can I see the failure of MY choices
Surrounded by better options, my compassion convulses
I can do so much more
So many different ways to create joy galore
Menial tasks needn’t be a chore
It’s always been my choice
Is it OK if I choose to rejoice?
I can find ways to enhance my self respect
With others in need I choose to connect
What I have I can celebrate
What I want needn’t devastate
It’s always been my choice
Is it OK if I choose to rejoice?
I can
Live without disdain
Lost friends I’ll regain
Feel pride when sought-out comforting others in pain
Embody excitement, accepting the occasional mundane
I can teach
Convey hope with new found reach
Channel empathy through innovative speech
It’s always been my choice
Is it OK if I choose to rejoice?
I have more control than I know
Now is my chance to let it show
There can be more laughter
With humor, I can be an injector
Mastering quiet, when others speak I’m an active listener
I can read more, learn more, invest in myself
Spend my time with greater purpose
Sprinkling fun into drudgery I’m tireless
How do I know,
This leads to a more fulfilling existence
A life of broad acceptance
In which I make a difference
I see all of this with great clarity
Only now
Because
I died,
Twelve minutes ago
