Facing My Death

Facing My Death

written by: Branwen Rhiannon Drew

@BranwenDrew

Part 1. The experience

Friday, I saw Death;
His long bony finger
Ringing my doorbell,
Wanting in.

Collapsed at work,
BP shooting for the moon.
Unable to stand,
Is this my end?

In the ambulance,
No coin to pay the ferryman.
If I ride the ferry across the Styx.
Will I wander forever?
Will I make it to tomorrow,
Is today my goodbye?

Death lost this time.

Part 2. Lessons Learned

My fears:
Being bedridden.
Losing the future.
Being a burden.
Affirmations:
Life is sacred and splendid.
Love with gusto.

Live and experience
One moment,
One day,
At a time.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

On June 30, 2023 I had a mini-stroke (TIA). My blood pressure was over 220/110. I could not walk or stand. I wrote this the day I was let out of the hospital. I am on the mend.

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Branwen Rhiannon Drew

Branwen Rhiannon Drew is a poet and an award winning artist. Her poetry and art are inspired by her journey into emerging as the authentic woman is that she now shows to the world and by the world around her. Branwen is a 71-year-old trans woman, living in the beautiful Mohawk River Valley of Upstate New York, in Rome, NY. She has a Bachelor of Science degree in Wildlife Biology from Cornell University and a Master of Science degree in library and information sciences from Drexel University.

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