Death comes uninvited,
violent or peaceful,
unwelcomed.
Death teaches us
a lesson in living.
When you left,
the floodgates of my soul filled with sorrow.
I would wait a lifetime till we meet again.
I learn to flow like
the rise and fall
of the tides.
I learn to dive in this vast ocean
my feet buried in the moist sand,
buried like a dream abandoned.
We walk through life bruised,
at times we float with joy.
We forgive.
We breathe.
We remember.
There is a wealth
in dying with dignity,
with bright eyes,
shining.
You took a bow,
without regret,
you took your final curtain.
Some universal truths here, Ayala. Death is always hard on those left behind, but it reminds us how much we have to be grateful for to be alive. And after enough time has passed, we remember fondly those who have died and with less pain.
ReplyDeleteHow true, Belinda. Grief is a journey, and it teaches us to be grateful for the life we have.It's easy sometimes to lose sight of that when we are busy juggling every day life.
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