I count time
to face Death
once again
look at it
in the eye
silently
with unseen strength
I’m not doomed
I muddled through life
uncoached
unprepared
but I will
own Death
with sharp precision
there it comes
with hope
of resurrection
and redemption
(44 words)
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This is a great poem, Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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I love the fierce hope that your poem evokes!
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Thanks!
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“I will
own Death
with sharp precision” — Love this. Strong words here.
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Thanj you so much!
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I like the idea of looking at death with silent strength.
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The concept of death is always used to terrorize the living. I guess we fear pain more than death, and the two get mixed up.
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Beautiful!
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Thanks!
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I wonder too… maybe there is purpose in muddle
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If you believe in destiny, you will see a purpose 😊 Otherwise, it is a royal mess.
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Excellent. I hate breaks but my limited vocabulary makes me run to Google.:). I learn new words.
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Thanks!
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