Morbidity is the recognition that the rollercoaster will end,
Death is the bright Exit light foe or friend.
Some look to it as an escape when running,
But what monster and issues have you gunning.
Moving towards the unknown with different speed,
Why do we ponder it as a choice?
Suffering, and pains guide voice.
A train into the unknown,
No room for belongings and all the known.
Memories left behind,
I hope the transition is kind.
I do not know if I am at peace with parting,
I feel that the real me is present and my life is just starting,
I once took this life for granted,
Looked for an exit and peered in.
Only to slam it shut and crumble down,
Down into a pile of mush,
I was broken diminished and needed an internal push.
I now see this life through a new lens,
No longer tarnished and scratched, refocused and bright eyed.
I am now a better me than I was before,
And will continue to grow until I pass through the door.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
Morbidity is the recognition that the rollercoaster will end,
Death is the bright Exit light foe or friend.
Some look to it as an escape when running,
But what monster and issues have you gunning.
Moving towards the unknown with different speed,
Why do we ponder it as a choice?
Suffering, and pains guide voice.
A train into the unknown,
No room for belongings and all the known.
Memories left behind,
I hope the transition is kind.
I do not know if I am at peace with parting,
I feel that the real me is present and my life is just starting,
I once took this life for granted,
Looked for an exit and peered in.
Only to slam it shut and crumble down,
Down into a pile of mush,
I was broken diminished and needed an internal push.
I now see this life through a new lens,
No longer tarnished and scratched, refocused and bright eyed.
I am now a better me than I was before,
And will continue to grow until I pass through the door.
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