Jan 13
Growth.
A beautiful thing,
For the mind and soul.
From young to old,
To secrets untold.
In youth I thrived
Through actions of bold.
As I have lived
Through thick and thin.
And let my story unfold.
But all is well,
For my soul is home.
In the arms of death,
I am free to roam.
A beautiful thing,
For the mind and soul.
From young to old,
To secrets untold.
In youth I thrived
Through actions of bold.
As I have lived
Through thick and thin.
And let my story unfold.
But all is well,
For my soul is home.
In the arms of death,
I am free to roam.
This poem is more so about the end of life and acceptance to it. Most of us find the concept of death and moving on scary, but it is the cycle of life , and it’s something that is bound to happen. Although it is heartbreaking , it is also a stage of pure peace and serenity. I hope you all enjoy !
