
Speak the words
Like you know me
Remind me of who I am
Especially those solemn days
That anticipation of death
That keeps me lonely
Allow me to let go of everything
Except this Talisman
Recite it clearly
The words that are etched in
Their intent pure of innate ability
Suggesting momentarily
I am more than what I am feeling
I sigh in the deepest relief
Although I can recite the words
I am not whole without this Talisman
Meditating abruptly
Arms no longer reaching to the heavens
Strength lacking in every breath
Everyone amplifying you are now in heaven
Yet I’m left here wondering
Under the sounds of the thundering
Rain hiding my emotion
Losing faith in this Talisman
Listening to sounds never uttered
You are just stories
Past down to me hereditary
And I am meant to believe fully
I dare not question not a single belief
Enduring every mental illness while you forever sleep
Praying for an eternity
Through this Talisman
Hearing moments of peace
Everyone else down on their knees
Reading the same words
That I am meant to believe
As if each word would restore you
As if words would resuscitate you
Contemplating living without you
Laying this Talisman next to you