Just something I spewed out when I couldn't sleep last night.
((Disclaimer: I do not own anything that Tamora Pierce wrote. Claiming to have done so would be foolish and completely false.))
For those wondering why Time has yet to be updated even though I promised it would be last week-it shall be soon. Along with the arrival of the holidays, there was the departure of a family member and things have been rather crazy.
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Life in Death
She lay in the darkness, her eyes unblinking into the abyss of her room's shadows. Her blankets were wrapped tightly around her small body, forming a protective cocoon against reality.
A tear glistened in the slight moonlight as it escaped the blinds, running down a now well worn track on her cheek. The spot on her pillow was saturated and cold, but she had no desire to move. To move would be acknowledging her weakness.
But was it? Was crying a weakness?
Is that what death is?
She hadn't expected it to hit her this night; a week had already passed. All her tears should have been spent by now. But it was unceasing, the eternal tugging at the edge her thoughts. It begged for the heartache to be unleashed once more.
Is that what death is?
She had remained strong through those first torturous days. Strong like the knight she had strived to become—a resilient Lioness. She stood tall throughout his funeral, grieving as a sister should, but firm as a warrior as well. And yet still it tore through her core, shredding her mind into mere pieces of a whole.
Is that what death is?
And a piece of that whole was now six feet under and never to breath life's sweet air again. Her brother; her twin; her Thom, was finished with life. Without warning or thought he left her.
Is that what death is?
What is death? Is it weakness? Is it perpetual? Is it debilitating? Is it sudden? Is it the end?
Is death, death?
Is there life in death?
Will I live more fully because of his death? Yes. What is death then?
Death is the life given to those still breathing. Death is a lesson on living, and all can learn from what is shown.
Thank you, Thom, for my new life.
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Dedicated to my uncle whose funeral is today. May the Road rise to meet him.