writing from the in-between of healing & hurting, softness & rage, silence & scream; this space is for the ghosts i carry, and the selves i’m still becoming.

on the way

have you ever felt
you killed somebody
because you prayed to whatever entity you believe in
that their suffering should end
that they should be allowed to rest

because the other day
i talked to my grandma about a relative of ours
who was in hospice care

and while my grandma has this outlook
on life and death
that some old people have
– that death, at some point, is mercy -
i had hoped until then
that he might get better again

but during that conversation
something inside me realized
that his time probably has come
and in my thoughts i wished him
a good last journey
a safe trip to whatever afterlife
may be waiting for him

he died that night
and i was not surprised

#fragments