Death Not A Devourer

 

"So what if you are told you have a few more days to live?"

And when death replaces birth

I won't be scared 

I wouldn't fear.

Life is a stage, but now the curtains are drawn

On some actors who have played the scripts

They'll have to

Exit.

It is a peaceful thing to fall asleep.

To escape reality.

Death is a reward, to stabilize the chaos.

Do not fear death, embrace it.

In death you find life, because you live in memories,

In images, in legacy, in tributes and in the hearts of your fandom.

Your soul lives on...

Death is a disharmony of spirit and body.

We've all woken up wishing we could sleep a little longer

A wish granted to the weary heart eternally. 

Sleep, and be at peace

Your spirit is free to wonder, to fly, to roam.

To do the things you never thought possible.

To float a distance, to move through objects.

To gently intrude the privacy of those you care about

To watch their nudity

Listen on their secrecy

To know what makes them thick

Yet you remain unseen.

We are mortals, in fleshy vessels.

Death is a portal, to know all there is

To witness what is more to the shadows

You may not get to touch 

But you can still feel

emotions. Pain, fear, love, care.

Embrace the change

It is the final stage of growth:

Death.

Look at all the things you've birthed.

For every smile you gave out, you were like a healing balm.

For every hand you squeezed, you were like hope personified.

Look at all the lives you got entangled with...

You made so much possible.

Recount your joyful moments, and adventurous trips.

Say a prayer of gratitude.

It's okay to say goodbye, it's okay to leave all things behind.

It's okay to leave the scenes; to have the last dance, the last laugh 

The last meal, the last bath.

To take the last trip, feel the last warmth of the sun

It's okay to hear the last melody, to sing the last song

To take the last glance.

And to say the last words.

It's okay to take the last breath, and let your hands drop.

It's okay to say goodbye to the ones you love and cherish.

It's okay to take the last bow. It's okay to leave your loved ones and watch them cry.

It's okay to watch people in black mourn over you,

 and drop your bones six feet below.

Now you can be free. It's okay.

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