It seems cruel that the world should be easier to bear
with the prospect of death

Why fear the trials of life which no longer call claim upon you
To know The Day would make me brave

Brave enough to live
to finally live
and move beyond
anything and everything that bade me "be still"

To dance for life--in life--to life
To see light as something of warmth
instead of a harsh reality that creeps into my dreams
and steals from me my fitful sleep

I would face anything to be rid
of this fear

Death
this unrealized, unacknowledged fact of life

Something to live in spite of