Voices on the Wind
by m.e. jackson
He led her to a chair not the
couch and invited her to speak.
She told him she was afraid of
dying but was afraid to live.
Living takes so much work and
makes her tired, she said.
You are tired, he asked?
Yes, getting out of bed takes
effort then there is eating and
bathing. Itís too much.
Do you need assistance?
Not to live; maybe to die.
Why would you need help to die?
Someone needs to show me the way.
The way? The way where?
Eternity, she said. Then thought a
moment. Never mind, she said and
rose to leave.
Donít leave, I can help you.
Sorry. I wasted your time. I just realized
the ambiguity of it all.
Yes, in being afraid to live or die Iím
postponing eternity. Isnít that living,
Let me open the door for youÖ