NO MOURNERS NO FUNERALS 

by Andrea Maravic

Life does not come with instructions

Open only when necessary for your soul

A glass bottle popping up with feel good emotions

No! (Do you hear me?)

You are steering the wheel

You hold the compass

Pass through it all

Swim if you have to!

Let your goggles get muddy and cracked

Let your clothes drench in tears if they have to

Let your days pass like 1000 suns in the desert

Again and again

No water in sight

Walk the never ending walks on unknown paths

Let your limbs become limp and useless

Let your mind visit hopeless places that make false promises

Try new life potions, mix some cocktails

Open your mouth and pour the colours in

Let your soul be completely and utterly lost

Take her to a staring contest

Don’t look at them

Only you two

Take notes until your fingers burn

And then come back

Open eyed

Open hearted

You never needed any goggles to begin with

Come back through that desert that almost swallowed you alive

Ride those dunes with your own words

Cancel the under-deliverers

Wave to sharp teethed creatures lurking in the depths

You are their friend now

Exit the mist without the shield

Plain naked in your canvas

No more counting days

You get only one

Just think how boring life would be if

You weren’t the owner of your own brush