The spirit of death visits with such normalcy.
It comes like an old dear friend,
And sometimes like a familiar enemy,
We have battled with for a lifetime,
That we can leave with as equals.
We can find truth in death,
It may not always be the truth we like,
But who can argue with truth?
You either make peace with the truth,
Or wander lost until you are ready to,
It may take a while,
But we all get to the same place,
-let go of your preconceived notions and biases, death is just another pathway, so will you walk on through?