Unafraid Of Dying Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Funeral sounding music pounding, shaping melodies of death,
as it is heard.

Sneaking quietly upon strands of life, left hanging in the
wind, bound to nothing here on earth, seemingly swinging
from heavenly skies.

Noticing there are no anchors to hold one to this world,
looking above, feeling safe, contented for the very first
time in life.

Preferring to let go and take whatever risks are involved
in dying, unafraid of doing so, knowing peace will at last
be found.

Holding it close, not willing to let it go until being
fulfilled, the promise of death.

Whatever the cost, it's worth every effort to be safe and
away from this earthly hell on earth.