A Cage To Hold My Dreams
The Way To Heaven
I fail to understand why everybody
makes such a drama out of death,
as if there was something
fundamentally unjust about it.
Dying is the inescapable
consequence of living,
as natural as the joyful caprices of
being young, or having a family
or not being good at algebra.
Yet we approach it always with fear
and resentment.
When its happens, we express
shock and disbelief, as if it had
no right to be amongst us
Death has every right to everyone.
But we have no reason
to fear it. Far more terrifying,
surely, would be a lifespan without
end, an eternity of simply being.
When we are young, conquering
our fear of death is difficult.
Films about satanic excess and being
buried alive scare us into
thinking that death is something
horrid and grotesque,
But dying is nothing to fear.
Its the one certain thing that we
know will happen,
its the door we must go through
on the way to heaven.
