A true Near death experience

Not Yet,It’s Not Your Time

They said it would be simple,

a quick repair, a gentle sleep.

however darkness came,

then something more.

I saw myself

beneath the sheet in bed.

I floated up,

no weight, no pain,

just peace that wrapped me,

soft and wide.

Old faces smiled,

my mam, my dad,

arms open

There on the other side.

The flowers—no words for them,

not lilac, rose, nor marigold.

They shone with colours

we don’t have here on earth,

Mam said they have never wilted,

Here no one die’s at all anymore.

Oh, And there he stood,

my husband, strong,

just like the day

we met at twenty.

I reached for him,

he shook his head:

“Saying No, love, not yet.

There’s still too many

left who need you.

Go.”

I tried to speak,

the light came fast.

It pulled me from

his steady hand.

I fell through clouds

and dreams and dust,

then blinked awake

I had let go of his hand.

A voice said,

“Welcome back, we lost you.”

But I was not the same, somehow.

No, no,” I said, “I have to go back.

I need to talk

to him and Dad.

I need to know

So much more.

do you understand.

The doctor smiled,

his eyes were kind.

He’d heard this tale

from many more Before.

He’d seen the ones

who’d touched the edge,

then turned

and passed back

through the door.

Now healthy, I don’t fear the end

it’s only walking through a door.

No pain, no weight, no dread remains,

just love, and light, and so much more.

Now one thing stings, a quiet truth,

once through, you can’t come back again.

The ones you leave must wait their turn,

just as I did, through laughter

Tears of joy and pain.