The Afterlife

Watching, waiting,

The sun rising.

Breathing, falling,

The sun crying.


Upon the horizon,

I know it is here.

The day when I must choose.

That wonderful, horrible day,

Smiling with dread upon me.


I cannot, will not,

Let this define me.

I am more.

More than my mistakes,

I am more than my past.


As I look into the face of the Great,

I awaken from a century long slumber.

The first breath after drowning

Is inhaled into my lungs.


Melting into the beyond,

Becoming something more.

As I look upon the horizon,

The sun smiling.


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