Daily Archives: December 15, 2019

Sitting In The Waiting Room

Overheard:

“Do you think most people
are incapable of understanding 
that sometimes, a suicide
is a final act of reconciling
the physical body with 
an interior life ended years ago?

Do you suppose that they might someday see that 
the act might be organically corrective;
that sometimes the soul passes long before 
the shell of the soul breaks 
and whatever has compelled the body to fight on
eventually surrenders?

Do you think they will ever understand us? 

And if you could know for certain
that they would understand, 
before or after the fact?
Wouldn’t that make it easier?”

I turned to see who was speaking.

Our room was so full,
it could have been everyone.