The Soul’s Next Adventure

The Soul's Next Adventure
The Soul’s Next Adventure

Confounding the back and forth of teetering life,
still waning, still fighting
and in experience still learning
each nuance of strife and earthly existence,
suffering in the not knowing
of a tenuous future,
filled with both dread and miracles,
as each moment feeds one or the other;
the mind becomes numb,
almost indifferent.

The will is strong,
and a stoic mind set to prevail,
yet what is meant cannot be cast aside,
as a soul walks the path of life
to face death sooner or later,
when is the only question;
time blurs into a finite ticking,
thoughts err to profound release,
but stall at the loss
and blank mystique of endings.

With hope for physical ease,
life bides time grindingly slow,
trying not to allow the lows to surface,
rather live in the moment,
too frightened to attest to anything
beyond a controlled now;
and words are spoken,
placating the slow decline,
positive affirmations aligned with miracles,
and the dice roll implicitly.

Death is not spoken about,
too finite to face,
and a kind of soft bed of words
rate each moment,
a self-deluding ploy that calms in ignorance,
all for the want of life’s sweet breath,
losing it the ultimate test,
the ultimate letting go,
unknown but there in plain sight,
for a soul’s next adventure.

Tony DeLorger © 2018

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “The Soul’s Next Adventure

  • March 28, 2018 at 9:49 PM

    The stage we all know some day we will face. I remember sitting often with my mom when she was on her death bed. We talked so much about so many things, but, not about death. It was right there on both our minds, just not spoken. I wrote a poem for her and read to her before she died and she loved it, asked me to read it at her funeral. It is so hard to speak of death. Yet, if we look at it as our next journey, a new adventure, it would be so much easier, I think. Your verse is so emotive, beautifully expressed, Tony. Great work.

  • March 28, 2018 at 11:04 PM

    Glad you appreciated the work Phyllis. As I said a friend is facing this very real event, in hospital with cancer and a massive infection having been weakened by chemotherapy. This really came from my experience with my mother before she died; I knew she couldn’t talk about it, didn’t want to verbally face the reality so I just ignored the inevitability. I saw her about ten minutes after her death. She walked out of the room as if confused where to go and I told her she could go back into bed and not to worry. She did, and her spirit just left. My first experience with death and I just couldn’t belief how empty she was, her body not my mother, just a discarded shell. Take care Phyllis.


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