Poem: Death-Not The End

Category: Poetry

Death-Not The End

Some time

Ago

Things

Were not right

Stuck in pain

I did not

See

The way out

I desired

Healing

Though

I did not

Know

The way

I wished upon

The end

Imagining

My death

Devine

Power

Reflected back

I accepted

Dying

Believing

It would be

The end

I thought

I had died

Surprised

Found

Self

Remain

Alive

It took

Some time

To understand

Death

Is not

The end

Dying

Merely

Worthy transformation

From

The old self

Into

The new being

The version of

Self

Worth

Living

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