My Last Day

Today is the last time my body gets caressed by the sun.

I will be a part of the landscape in a predetermined, newly cultivated designation.

I will finally achieve the peace and tranquility my body and mind’s been desiring for so long.

Don’t cry for me. But, if you do, thank you just the same.

Maybe I’ll become a tree?

That might be the least complicated transition of my life, only it will be in death.

That and the quiet I’ve been striving for entirely too gawd damn long.

The bees deserve to pollinate, and I don’t want something so beautiful, so precious as flowers to be killed on my account.

Put your money towards a charity from a list of my choosing.

Maybe even start a Go-Fund-Me or Facebook something or other.

Something else I’ve thought about…

If someone, especially my family, wishes to have a formal service in a church,

Understand that it is not my wish, because I don’t believe in a gawd.

I don’t know. I’m getting tired, exhausted with all this activity.

I’ve been “transitioning” my entire existence,

But it is this one that has been the most difficult.

NO, I don’t mean from living to death..

The one I embarked upon all those years ago.

The one to become the woman I’ve always thought I should be.

Sometimes, I wondered if it was even worth the time and energy expended.

That is why I am in my little hole.

The hole dug to place my corpse in,

Though, I’ve pretty much been a corpse for many years.

I’ve been decomposing right in front of everyone’s eyes.

Only, it’s not the decay that can be seen, and there’s no stench of putrefaction.

Anyway, just let me lie quietly, minding my own business.

Maybe, only then I will finally be free.