Easter MMXXV

A Reflection

For most people, Easter Sunday was a day of celebration and time with family. But for some—myself included—it was just another day. No church. No family gathering. No big meal. So, I wrote a poem about the type of Resurrection Sunday that I had. A Resurrection Sunday that reminded me of my life being a 'failure'...

It was Resurrection Sunday.
But the soul was entombed.
No celebration, no family, no friends.
Just me, myself, and I.
And the feeling that life was past due.

No place to wander.
No thing to do.
No celebration, no family, no friends.
Just me, myself, and my tomb.

No food to partake.
Just a voyage to be taken.
Which I had no stake in.

It was Resurrection Sunday.
But the soul was entombed.
No celebration, no family, no friends.
Just me, myself, and I.
And the feeling that life was past due.