It Came to Pass

After 6 years since you left this earthly confines, I no longer feel as hopeful that a new chapter in life opened its vistas. Daily as I entered into the unknown years of decline and begin to feel burdened by the weight of aging, I struggle at the uncertain grip of my own slow transition from sure diminishing returns into a somber death. 

I faltered, cut deeply by a sense of loss, and saw myself gazing at a sea of nothingness. I questioned the point of living and dying as twin sides of the same coin. I sadly acquiesced to the arms of a brazen thief who robbed me of what little joy was left for me to take and savor. Oh, what glorious past and what remnants do I perceive in its passing? Only but a shadow of what used to be a sun-filled heaven. 

I tried to reach out to others only to be muffled by plaintive admonishments that maybe I lacked enough faith. That maybe what I needed was counseling. That perchance, what I feel is an aberration that needs to be reprogrammed, shaped, lulled back into existence in whatever grotesque form just so it is molded into a semblance back into the land of the living. 

I found my resistive voice wailing in protest and inked black by this admission. I am not contemplating my own untimely demise. That is God's will alone. What I ponder about is this... 

What else is there?

Hearing nothing, I succumbed to the staccato of the keyboard clicks.  Well, at least I found my voice again scribed in written words.  Maybe, the search for an answer is not futile but a journey in its waiting stead.