by Robin Stark
This poem was inspired by someone who liked my views on death.
We all have our own ideas about death.
The separation from a loved one,
loss of innocence.
Weeping for what we no longer have.
Loneliness in a world that no one else can share.
The calmness that overcomes the frail.
Peace follows the adversity for the tortured body and soul.
Death is a separation.
If we try to make it more it becomes overwhelming.
Death is not something to fear.
We will see again, that which we have lost.
Innocence is reborn in the face of an infant,
the laughter of a child,
the joy of life.
Death is not the end,
only a new beginning.