Enveloped in darkness
deprived of functioning brain cells
trying desperately to reach that light.
Though my body is kept alive and thrives
I am deadwood –
a tree that stands tall long after roots have died.
You squint, and manage to see me the way I once was
but I am now on a new path
holding on will make my journey that much longer.
And so, you must let me go–
you cannot seek comfort beneath a tree
that is dead. Let me fall.