And Then It Ends

like the humility of a bird's 
existence, that is left perched on a branch 
stunned, as the bird itself disappears with two feathery beats.

you know, if you stop breathing properly

if often enough, your heart paces irregularly

your insides will feel like they're about to fall

your backbone will feel flaccid like your lungs

and a few times every hour

they will all just slide for a second,

then they will be caught by

whatever it is in the mind

that holds our bodies together

while we are alive.

its not fear or dread that does this

it is the way a human body works.

feedback mechanism

and a soul trying so hard to forgive.

the beauty however, of being alive,

is that life just goes on

our bodies are willing, prepared to be under duress

just never for too long.

so if you can just,

not die from it all

you will swim.

watch my bird fly now.