Fireflies


Shelly Aspenson ~ Living Write

She knew she was dying

and she wasn’t afraid.

She didn’t struggle with the knowing,

it would come when it would.

She accepted it along with

the heart that would cease its beating

just long enough to dim her vision

before resuming its erratic pace and pauses.

She would stumble sometimes

as the universe would spin around her

turning stars into

fireflies.

She’d laugh along with everyone

at her utter lack of grace

although she carried plenty of it

Inside her.

She forgave swiftly and completely

every injury she took

from another soul,

her heart growing larger and softer

as her body became thinner

and lost strength.

Time was precious to her

so she freed herself

from all that was dark and angry.

She surrounded herself with beauty;

she gave herself the gift of

Peace.

When she felt the tingling

in her fingertips during those times when

her heart was…

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Author: Cianaodh Óg

Cianaodh (Pronounced Key-Ah-Knee or some say Kenny) is Old Irish (not modern) and means Ancient Fire. Óg is also Old Irish and it means Young which is my surname in modern English. It is not my given name but it is my chosen name for various reasons.

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