
Colter’s Bay, Wyoming/Photo by Carmen Henigin
Take me to the mountains when I die.
Somewhere quiet and still,
Where the clear water gently carresses the rocky shore.
But, wait. Wait.
Let the storm roll in, violent and fierce.
Let it lash the trees and toss the waves.
Let the only sound be fury.
Only then release my ashes to the wind.
And, finally, I will be wild and free.
About the Creator
Carmen Henigin
I love to travel, adventure and exploring. Turns out, I also love writing. I recently published my first book "A Depressed Woman's Sarcastic Take on Life," and am working on several others! I look forward to learning from other writers!



Comments (5)
First, you demand the fury of nature for a climax, and then absolute serenity. As if the storm is needed to break the chains of the soul. Only through wildness comes freedom. Very nice work.
I adore this piece!It expresses my feelings also.
Lovely! 😊 Free spirit.
Beautifully written: ‘ Take me to the mountains when I die. Somewhere quiet and still, Where the clear water gently carresses the rocky shore. But, wait. Wait.’ The photo is gorgeous too… I love bodies of water… my favourite place in the world is a crater lake back home!🩵
Haha liked the final lines. Well written.