Life and Death

Life, like a blooming flower
Life, like the bright summer sun
strong and free
a beautiful gift.

Living, like vapor
living, like a breath of the wind
come and gone
a shooting star

Dying, like a sunset
dying, like a candles light
slowing fading
fades to the night

Death, like a piercing thorn
death, like a cold winter wind
a stinging pain
an unrelenting foe

It seems the end
inevitable, unavoidable
but there is no fear
for in death is Life

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The aftermath lay scattered on the floor. The salty tears stung, as they always did when they entered the cuts on her face. She sat limp among the broken glass, pieces of her life that she wasn't sure she could pick up. Love had ended, quenched by the heat of anger. Her eyes scanned the room. The scene was evidence of the only life she had ever known. Water from a shattered vase spilled out onto the floor turning pink as it mixed with drops of blood. His voice still echoed like thunder in her head. She closed her eyes. As she slowly lifted herself to her feet she drew a deep breath fighting the pain. She lifted her head and without looking back, she opened the front door and walked through the threshold.