I don't fear death; it's a closing door,
An end to the ache, a peace to restore.
No shadows that linger, no pain to endure—
Just silence, just stillness, a calm that is pure.

It's not darkness I dread, but the weight of the fight—
The endless struggle to hold on to light.
When it's over, I'll rest, like a leaf in the breeze—
And find what I've lost in that quiet release.

— Death Beloved , 10/7/24