Death

Death

Is not peace as sweet in death as any other?

Is not life a light until it gets smothered?

For while peace in death lays me to rest,

Life is as sweet as the sweetest crest,

For without living crest you shall not do.

Is not peace in life as sweet as death?

Is not death itself a chilling breath?

For with the kiss of death comes sorrow,

Yet with it comes reassurance for tomorrow,

And I felt the coldest winds as they blew.

Is not acceptance for what will come a blessing?

Is not denial of what is ahead a cause for stressing?

For while sorrow comes with cold winds,

Acceptance comes from within,

And those winds shall not take you with no clue.