Let That Story Be Untold

Got out of bed one day, feeling completely anew.

Saw birds around me, perching on flowers laden with dew.

I just could not, not smile at that super godly sight.

My ecstasy reached unimaginable heights

Surrounded with all this, I almost forgot to remember.

Where did I come from, how did I get there?

Thinking about it, I knew the story was scary and cold.

It occurred to me I was dead, but let that story be untold.

I called for my mother, I called for my friends.

My feet started to shake and then followed my trembling hands.

Super godly became ungodly in no time.

Birds started making noise, and the lights ceased to shine.

Thoughtless and helpless was what I had become.

Hands and feet were already shaking, and now I became numb.

My eyes began to wander, I saw “Heaven” written in bold.

I knew I had died but let that story be untold.

There wasn’t a sign of life, as far as my eyes led.

How could there be life, people are here when they are dead.

“You’re in heaven son. Isn’t that what you always wanted?” A voice startled me.

“Why am I dead, God? What was my sin? How bad did I be?”

“You’re not here coz you were bad. People come here coz they were good.

You always prayed to be here. I was just listening to you, isn’t that what I should?”

I was about to pass out but somehow I did hold.

I knew I had died but let that story be untold.

“There were a million other prayers. Why didn’t you fulfill them?

Couldn’t you have just made me rich or given me a girl who was a 10?”

“I don’t give you what you want; I give you what you need.

I can quench your necessity but never your greed.”

“How’s death a necessity of a 15 year old kid?

Where was I bad? What was the wrong I did?”

“Kid! I understand you’re sad but now listen what you are told.”

I knew I was dead, but let that story be untold.

“Life was what you had but you still longed for heaven.

You fantasized of dying since you were seven.

Dying is overrated. Heaven just looks good in fairy tales.

It’s just one life you got. Don’t you ever bail.

You needed to die because you needed to know.

Unless a man accepts his life, he cannot grow.

Death is nothing son; It’s just absence of life.

You can die when your heart stops or you can die while you’re alive.

There are people who want to live but alas! They don’t have time.

So I gave them time from your dead life. I hope that it’s fine.”

I had always thought God only gives death and makes people die.

But listening to Him talk about life made me cry.

“I don’t deserve my time. I don’t deserve my breaths.

I didn’t have a good life. I hope I have a good death.”

As I closed my eyes to surrender I noticed the image of God getting askew.

I woke up and found no birds perching on flowers laden with dew.

There was this feeling in me and this chill in my spine.

But I never remember smiling so wide and feeling so fine.

It’s an imperfect life, but it is life after all.

I got out of my bed, imperfect and proud, standing up tall.

All you have to do is live before you die or get old.

I knew I was dead, but let that story be untold.