I wrote this poem when my grandpa Ralph passed away during my sophomore year in high school:
What you see, lying before you is my shell, my body.
I am not moving or breathing, my body is dead.
You cry in sadness and yet I wonder why?
I, meaning my spirit or soul is alive and free,
No longer caged or spoon fed by society.
You are in denial. You think I might wake up,
That I’m just sleeping and will come back soon.
I awoke to a new life the moment my heart gave off its last beat.
If you cry now, the weight of your sadness will bind me,
To a world that is no longer mine.
My work is finished here.
“Good-bye” is only good if you mean it.
Please say it peacefully and in truth.
Send me on my next adventure,
Let me go.