There Is A Certainty To Death Poem by Hannah Barham

There is a certainty to death.
It waits on no formality
and it treats all men the same.
The only certainty in life
is the end of it.

We enter this world alone, unburdened
and that is inevitably how we leave it.
Death is only feared because
it is an unknown in a world of knowledge.
Death is only feared because
humanity had given it finality.
Death is not the end.
It is the end of the body
but not the soul.
The soul lives on
in the surviving hearts and minds
of those whose lives were touched.