Exquisite Terror

I’m not afraid of death

At least not my own

There is birth

And there is death

And in between

There is life

Birth and Death

Life and…

There’s no opposite to life

Life is what happens between the two

If anything

There is life

And there is…

Nothing

I suppose it depends

On your personal philosophy

Perhaps there is life

And after life

But as there is no way of knowing

We can only concern ourselves

With the here and now

Birth and death
Are the book ends to life
We are born
We live our story
And we die

One’s life may be

Good or bad

Easy or hard

Happy or sad

In any case it is ours

But life seems to become

Infinitely more precious

When it is not our own

The exquisite terror of death is felt

When we love someone else’s life

More than our own

Writing Unbound