By Saachi Khandeparkar
I arise from my slumber
Drowsy from the flashing screens
Encumbered no longer
By the tasks upon my head
I watch the butterfly
Safe from humdrum humanity
As it wades the auburn skies
It prompts me from my bed
I see a lake asleep
In its luxurious earthen home
And wanton wonder swiftly seeps
Into my blood, like mead;
Intoxicated, filled with glee
I gorge on my deliverance
And let my serendipity
Spur my creaking limbs of lead
For now, I am the butterfly,
I am the lake that called to me
I cannot help but smile,
At sweet release from mortal dread
Life is but a prison cell
Its shackles fall to the floor
My stilled core can naught but swell
With the joy of being dead
Poet’s notes: This poem takes an alternate perspective on death. In a world where death is a constant, it is looked upon with negativity and fear. Thus, this poem is written from the perspective of someone who views death as a positive experience.