Cold Convictions [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A short message - she's dying and it hurts: now
everything seems meaningless, even hopes of
existence's continued consciousness does not
remove the fear of losing physical contact with
this world; the terrible words that she is hurting
means painful experience in a great emptiness

I don't know what to do to help her get through,
how to comfort and take hurt away or send her
support she so badly needs, all I can give from
here is my words, my belief in the power of our
ideas to shape reality such that we're a part of
our spirit, a momentary manifestation of the

Indestructible electro-magnetic energy by which
our minds and feelings are continuously carried
forwards - even when the physical body is shed
and our spirit is freed from temporality - these
words explain there is no death - only a change
in perspective; but cold convictions can't warm

Me tonight, knowing about the afterlife - which
we create ourselves - does not change the bleak
fact that she hurts and I can't do anything about
it, powerless to change anything - thus life feels
so empty and meaningless