I don’t know how I will step out of my skin. If It will unzip like a winter frost and leave me bare as a tree branch in winter. I suppose it it part of the journey we cannot overlook or completely understand before it happens. I hope there will be peace. That I will have someone’s hand to hold. That a breeze from an open window will soothe my passing soul.
I imagine the cool air tending a tried body. Opening up the final moments to love and light.
Casting me far and high into space. So that my life will become as magical in knowing that there is life on Mars.
Winter wind soothes
Tired branches sway in time
The world is ready to leave.
JAE ROSE 
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