May 30, 2009
By leslie horwitz BRONZE, Swampscott, Massachusetts
leslie horwitz BRONZE, Swampscott, Massachusetts
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What happens when you watch a life
collapse onto the ground?
Do you stand by, distant with a glazy eye
or in after-shock collapse as well, emotions torrent faster than cascading tears,
or do you crack a joke, a smug laugh, while your very soul cracks inside?

How do you help
when help and pity is often the greatest woe…
or lifeline?

How do you tip-toe through the minefield of life, of love of death, of society?

No escape from the intangible,
from the conscious, inner-workings of the human soul,
from the unanswerable phenomena of the Universe,
from the ultimate paroxysm of inferiority that pangs the heart
and assures the presence of
some supreme being.

The author's comments:
I wrote this piece after my good friend's mom died of a brain tumor. The piece reflects my uncertainty on how to help my friend and react those mourning around me.

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