Death, My Final Friend Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finally stepping into the circumference of death,
seeing it with a clarity not seen before.

Touching it's presence with mine, feeling the
nothingness that it is and what I will soon
become.

This shell of a body finally succumbing to it's
finality, leaving my spirit free and independent
so I may soar into heaven vibrantly.

Spiritually prepared for what is to come, death
standing just outside of heaven's gates, watching
as I enter, leaving it behind for a final time.

No longer able to take me away again, living in the
beauty of heavenly bliss, no more turmoil, suffering
or strife to contend with.

Because death, my friend, has freed me from life's
pain finally.