In Dying, In Bloom
An oldie but a goodie from a year or so ago.
Poetry is a creative form I have always used to try to explain my romantic view of life, death and everything in between - all kinds of experiences that life (and death) indulge and engulf us in.
Thank you for being here and witnessing me.
Love, Hannah
༓
the smell of fresh coffee
winds itself
through my door
i am laying in bed,
journaling about
you, me, the sweet
entanglements of
life and as
always,
death
/
branches scrap against
my window, blue jay
is visiting and again,
he talks about mastery
not only in spirituality
but the responsibility of
owning our heaviest
appetites
the longings that
get caught in the
ribs and scratch
until
we uncage and release
/
tickling as they
travel, causing
the heart to skip
and sweat
while embracing
lung tissue, the
expansiveness
of a letting out
stale breath
we've been
holding for
far too long
embodiment ---
the most delicious
weapon known
to man
/
how does the
undying truth
manifest inside
your cellular makeup?
does it strangle you
until acknowledgment
has been made?
scream not so
sweet nothings
till you purge it
even in the most
undesired
circumstances?
/
what about when
you wail grief
to the open woods
exhaling who you
used to be, or the
disheveled painting
others create you as?
what if instead,
we untied
the knots in
each others hair
and witnessed the
incredible awe
of our honest blooming
/
i'll wear whatever
rose colored glasses
you need me to
position over my
blue eyes,
so you can take
the space you
deserve and
i'll tell you
again and again
how absolutely
stunning,
inspiring
and moving you
in your true skin is.
~ hannah haddadi ༓
This Substack is a continued love letter to Sacred Death about the complexities of life, death, and the in-between from the viewpoint of a specific Persian Death Witch. Thank you for taking the time to read this love letter with me. ~ Hannah Haddadi {they/them}
Next essay: The Favor. Coming Soon.
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