Fear Of Deaths Poem by Words and mists

It was my first day at school;
my mother's arms slowly retreated,
as i screamed with torrential drops of pain.
Then came the first day i truly left home,
i packed all i could to remember the love i was leaving behind.
I fell in love again to a different life called marriage,
watching my fist clench with every vow.
In consummated devotion a new life came from within;
A life making an entrance with a glimpse of the divine; the end of me as i,
the beginning of me as us.
Then i had to let go of the gift i found so precious;
to let go so life would take it course.
I questioned the us and
hoped for an evolution of me in this life.
The sounds of chariots and horses heaved on the last chapter
of my life as they pounded on my heart,
I gasped to hold on to this life; a fear of death forgetting i had lived
through many.