Life Poems 2


Is This Death?

I awake in the dark, strange plastic surrounds me, bars keep me in. My body aches, confusion and fear flow through my veins. I’m lost, alone, trapped in a cell filled with strange sounds.

Suddenly I see the light spilling through the door like the sun, blanketing a woman asleep in a chair. It’s my mother. A calmness seeps in. I turn, watching her until I fall asleep.



Author: Personal Coach and Artist

Certified Meditation Coach & Facilitator, Acting Coach (The Grounded Actor), Expressive Arts Coach, Theatre Director & Vice President of the Board of The Players (a historic theatrical club on Gramercy Park in NYC)

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