PHOTOGRAPH BY KIRSTEN LUCE
(To my readers: This poem is based on my feelings while viewing this photo)
Death becomes me. It picks me apart and then again makes me whole. It does not judge my errs. It is of the forgiving heart that remembers all the good I did and the good I may have been. I dress for no one but me and my eternity. My regret has no place here as I wait at the Golden gate as the angels make final inspections before whisking me away. Beautiful music fills my ears as I find my room in my eternal resting place. Death becomes me now and now I become death.
Death Becomes Me©
By Felina Silver Robinson
Published by Felina
I'm a wife, a mother, a writer, and a friend. I enjoy sharing feelings, experiences and my poetry. There are many things that I am good at, but I'm sure there are just as many things that I am bad at. I try hard not to judge for we know no one is perfect. I can however say that although I have a great deal of patience, sometimes the patience tank runs dry. If you value me, I will always value you.
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