Heaven
Hello? Are you here?
When my time had come
I was not carried “home”
by angels.
What found me was
darkness clouded with
specks of light as I traveled
through space — or maybe time?
I did not fly, but I floated
as something drew me in
As I was pulled I reached
to scratch an itch on my wrist
but could not reach it…
and when I realized
the absurdity of such a situation
I looked down only to see…
nothing.
My body was not there.
Must have been a phantom itch.
But if I wasn’t a body what was I?
Nobody?
My conscience, my soul?
Is that real?
Is this real?
Suddenly I stopped
but the speckled abyss
warped towards me,
past me, around me.
Then a voice
boomed and bounced
off the clouds of unknown vapors
and I found myself in the
eye of the storm
as the chaos swallowed me.
I could not comprehend the echoes
that reached me but I had only
one question,
what is this?
A white light erupted, blinding me
then vanished as quickly
as it appeared, making the darkness
more intense — not “black”
but it was the absence of “everything”
And in the “nothing” I found clarity.
This is heaven —
my heaven.
My heaven is “nothing”
My heaven is “nobody”
My heaven is empty because
when I was alive
I never lost
anyone
which I
considered
a blessing at the
time. But here is where
I lose it all.
