Denial's Dance

“What Lies Beneath”, monotype created by Michelle Lindblom

Rejecting truths that linger.

Embracing fears while dodging desires.

Craving an exodus to roam amidst the clouds

untouched by pain and worry.

Who are we to declare, “You cannot die today”?

How will our denial survive?

Death is a constant guest.

Lurking in the shadows as ideas slowly perish,

as relationships fall away unwillingly but naturally.

Dissolution quiets conversations to the point where they

eventually cease.

Demise drifts unnoticed into calcified hopes only

to explode as a myriad of doubts.

Its haunting persistence influences and withers souls.

Yet, like veiled drifters, our gaze is obstructed.

Accepting society's scripted norms as

personal safety commands our consideration.

Immortality waves its hand seductively

while our intentions are tossed into the wind.

In a seemingly bitter world, refuge is sought in a different chase.

Death by Netflix, substances, and all the procurable pleasures.

Exhaustion becomes a masked facade of the easily attainable.

Such a cruel disguise.

We escape toward comfort,

a familiar cradle.

Who are we to declare, "You cannot die today"?

We need you for our denial to stay.

A dance with mortality as the shadows are kept at bay.

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This poem reflects on the human inclination to reject the uncomfortable and embrace denial as a coping mechanism. Exploring the desire to escape from challenges and seek refuge in various distractions and pursuits. It becomes a delicate dance between facing mortality and the comfort found in denial.

I am guilty of this behavior, as I unconsciously or consciously seek distractions from some of life's challenges. I do the dance every day as ideas, desires, hopes, relationships, loved ones, and nature fall to some sort of elimination, departure, or death.

However, as an artist and writer, I can work through much of the discomfort that comes with life’s various events of mortality. Expressing myself through words, colors, textures, shapes, movements, and other mediums has saved my life on many occasions. And it is not that with each piece the discomfort is resolved, that rarely happens, and, frankly, that is not the point.

The process itself is a means to move on, not solve.

Michelle Lindblom