0.7 This Is It

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0.7 … This Is It

I felt the disturbance
in the Force,
and knew in the deepest,
darkest parts of myself,
something is wrong.

Michael Jackson died!
My co-workers cried,
But I could not,
because the universe
was warning me,
this isn’t it.

My sister called,
Good news!
The hospital is
sending Mom home!
She’s all good to go!

But the universe nagged me,
something is still wrong…

My insides were knots,
my heart felt like it was bleeding,
and my body shook
from a spiritual chaos that
defied explanation.

Do you need to go home?
My co-workers asked.

I left.
But the universe
would not let go of
the anxiety raging inside of me.

I walked in the door,
saw Mom in her chair,
and ran to her,
tears still in my eyes.
I held her like I hadn’t
in a long time.

She didn’t understand
why I was so upset,
and at the time,
neither did I.

But looking back now,
it is crystal clear,
that the universe was
trying to warn me.

This is it…


For more from this collection, visit

elluminations, vol. 0

Click here to learn more about elluminations. This poem is also available on Medium.

Cover Photo by Cecile Hournau on Unsplash  |   (elluminations © 2018 Elayna Mae Darcy)

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