My Full Stop Is Not My End Poem by Shirley Harrison

And as I rage against this grief
there is little light
yet what must behold the ending
was also once the beginning
and don't forget it had a middle

If every ending is a full stop
then...
I rage
I rage

life and death cannot defy such
from a soul that wishes to be forever tucked into
wonderful memories of those left behind

so although I rage at this grief
I also have such memories
warm and loving
enough to carry on
and when my last day takes me to the other side
I shall go quietly

because I know that like my rage
my full stop is not my end.