…. how can I forget? just like it happened yesterday. She asked for help to rise up, but none was strong enough to aid her, she needed one last look through the window before saying her good bye. She wanted to see the world that one last time but was too weak to do it herself. With baby-like look on her face she pleaded once more for help to be lifted, but there was none that could do it, yet she must have that one last look. She was very poorly, her heart had failed, water had accumulated all around her chest and lungs, she was top heavy, very heavy, her legs like chicken legs definitely not made to carry the weight above.
Realising there was none to help, no one, and she unable, she dug deep within, beyond herself and with a ear shattering shriek, she roused herself with every ounce of energy she could muster and there she was standing on those legs that could not carry her weight, the hospital gown could not stand in the way of the energy that was called forth, it fell off her body as she she stood in all her glory as the day she was born, nothing else added, but her and her cry looking out of the window, she had to see just one more time before she bowed gracefully out of here. She had to and she did!
How many times have we witnessed people give that cry of survival, fighting for their existence, for a chance? The cry sounds crazy, the behaviour seems odd and off, the attitude sulks, but sometimes it is the only way people know to fight, the fight against extinction, against irrelevance, against suppression, subjugation, against adverse waves, against everything that is contrary to who they need to be and they just cry from the very depth of their being, they yell without any constraint.
This is to all the criers, the yellers, the shriekers, the fighters, all those refusing to go down quietly, all those that do not go gentle into that good night, they burn, rave and rage.
We see you!
Beautiful Ivory 