Dear Death, What Are You?

Poetry

Dear Death, What Are You?
Death.
When existence ceases to exist.
When all suffering, love, pain, and passion,
felt in a lifetime of desires and disappointments,
are extinguished,
like a flame sequestered by the wind.
An all-consuming emptiness,
An over-encumbering silence.
Dear Death,
What are you?
Are you the final rest?
The final breath?
The final light?
Are you final?
Death,
What defines you?
An aghast split second?
Or an infinite moment anchored to the living?
Oh dearest Death,
Who are you?
Will you embrace me in your arms?
Will you throw me into vastness?
Should I prepare to cry?
Should I prepare to fly?In your due time, you will tell me.
Until then,
I will laugh,
I will cry,
I will hug,
I will paint, dance, sing, write, scream,
I will eat ice cream,
and lose myself in sorrow,
I will be chaotic and controlled,
I will be perfectly imperfect,
I will be bored, and I will dream,
I will be loved and abused,
I will be heard and misunderstood,
I will do it all,
I will flail around carelessly,
Like a flame dancing in the wind.
By Polet Sofia Loynaz