The Lovely Bones - Poem by Kristen Brown
When we die, where do we really go?
Does heaven exist? I don't really know.
But we all cease to exist not once but twice.
Once after we've lived and once before we had this life.
To come into existence
To be created from something so small
But those chromosomes didn't exist once upon a time
Once upon a time, we didn't exist at all.
Do past lives really occur? Some will say no.
But to live as a spirit, in a life before this life
We must have some memory of that time
Yet those thoughts continue to take flight
Some memory is a talent
a bloodline trait if you will
What shows up in some
Appears in someone's daughter or son
But for those who have no talent
Were they stopped before they begun?
Their life a still frame in someone's picture
Or words that have yet to leave someone's tongue?
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