Impressionable Experiences: Faith's Strength: Dying In The Hammock

Impressionable Experiences

Faith's Strength

"Dying In The Hammock"

By:  Brandy Seymour



On a summer's day

Around early July

My body rested

Inside of the swaying hammock.


This body of mine

Had been through the times

But now it was limp

And at rest in the cloth.


The long yellow cloth

Which was attached to two trees

Swayed in the gentle winds

On this beautiful summer's day.

My old eyes looked up

Into the two trees

With their green leaves

Slightly rustling in the wind.


The sun shun upon them

As they whispered to me

They were reminding me

Of all that had passed.


Projecting back

My body began to feel light

As though it were

Becoming young again.


All of the stresses

All of the hardships

Were behind, yet

In this moment clearly there.


The soft cloth beneath me swayed

Rocking from side to side

And the sun shone upon my face

My eyes rested for a moment.


Opening my eyes

I could feel myself rise

Up, up, and above

Those whispering leaves were ushers.


They invited me to come closer

I felt light as a feather

As the sun peaked at me

With the brightest smile.


Upon looking down

And of course

looking back

I could now understand it all.

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Brandy Seymour
Brandy Seymour

I enjoy politics and finance and filmmaking topics.

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