Why do we live fearing death?
Hiding everyday at the thought of it skulking around every corner,
Waiting for it to come and steal away your hopes and dreams
Praying every night to see another day
Praying for it not to come for you that day
We think of death as the end of being
When actually it’s the very beginning of everything,
The beginning of an eternity of being at peace
Death could be when we finally live, how do we know
That it isn’t when our spirits are finally allowed to grow
I welcome death with open arms
What better way to be than to be completely free
Free from hurt and pain,
Free from confusion and frustration,
Free from fear and delusions.
We are controlled by death,
Even the mere thought of it
Our lives are blanketed by fear
But our fears have been misplaced,
Because we should not fear death at all,
Through all I’ve seen, living is far more dangerous,
Negativity waits around every corner
Waits to damage and scar your soul
To rip from you your peace and joy
To slowly ravage and devour your spirit,
Death is but a release from all pain…
So is it really death we fear?
Or is it a cloak to cover up our fear of living?
I welcome death…with open arms.