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Dancing With Death

by Theresa H Hall (writer), East Coast USA, July 26, 2011

Credit: Death Mask
Mr. Throk

I am being pulled inside myself yet at the same time, I am donning an outward appearance ... my mask of death.

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I am suffering yet I hear a tap within my head

I lie on hospital bed tubes attached to my arms

The pain I experience incredibly intense threshold

So I decide to close my eyes to open my mind

I behold a figure dressed like Macbeth

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Strong arms reach round and guide me

Robes floating gracefully with each movement

We drift deeper and deeper away from pain

We reach a depth where I feel calm

Shining elaborate mask of Macbeth

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These arms beckon me to dance

I quickly agree and join in

We whirl and we twirl for hours

Until we fall laughing to the ground

Not even short of breath

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I can hear familiar distant voices

Calling out my name to remain

I wait until all is quiet I refrain

I stay and we dance for hours

I am dancing with Death

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I choose to remain to keep dancing

Through mazes and hallways upstairs

Into the night the stars shining bright

We dance right into the light

I dance into the light with Death

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Please donate to help find a cure for breast cancer

(revised edit by myself July 26, 2011)



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By Theresa H Hall on July 26, 2011 at 05:20 pm

Many thanks to Alan, who pointed out I had used past tense and present tense. I have edited and revised this. It was late when I was pounding out this examination of my relative's possible transitional journey. Blessings.

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By Theresa H Hall on July 31, 2011 at 02:09 pm

Please donate to breast cancer research

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By Barkha Dhar on August 07, 2011 at 02:53 pm

An exquisite piece on a very important issue. Your stimulating lines let the mind ponder upon the issue. Personally, love the last para-“I choose to remain to keep dancing, Through mazes and hallways upstairs Into the night the stars shining bright, We dance right into the light. I dance into the light with Death.” That is so beautifully written as if one didn’t have to fear death. Your poem captured my thoughts so tight.

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By Theresa H Hall on August 11, 2011 at 11:16 pm

Barkha thank you for allowing my naked heart to convey it's meaning. Interpretation of poetry is subjective and very important. Not everyone hears the tempo or the pause in-between heartbeats.

My Sister-in-law lost her five year battle with breast cancer. I wrote this when she was so drugged that it seemed as if she did not know we were by her side. On a deeper level, I know she was aware. I feel our loved ones check out and go to a safer zone until they are finally ready to release their hold on this life and embrace the next.

Death need not be feared (I realize this now) we simple need to free ourselves and dance with him. He is our spiritual guide.

A Walk In The Dark ... Ciao Bella. Thank you ever so much.

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By Theresa H Hall on November 15, 2011 at 05:42 pm

ALoveHeals. thank you for your poetic words.

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By Betty B. on December 05, 2011 at 07:10 am

just wonderful you write well.

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By Theresa H Hall on December 05, 2011 at 08:23 pm

Thanks Betty.

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