My Letter to Death

Dear Death,

They say it is easy to overcome, to understand and how time heals all wounds.

Pain is a howling feeling we get when we hear news of a demise, the feeling of darkness taking over because we have allowed ourselves to lose control.

We cry during the passing but scream and shout in triumph of a birth.

Opening our arms to life only to watch it slowly fade away with the existence of darkness.

They say that darkness is the absence of light, and white is the absence of color; if that is so then what is the absence of life if not death?

If light is nature's way of transferring energy through space, then what is Death's way of an optical illusion, of a presence ever so near?

Our body, our spirit, gone leaving just the remains of shattered bones and a lost soul trying to find its way back home.

Different lives, different stories, different masks all leading back to the final breath of you.

Death.