BETWEEN TWO SILENCES; A POEM ABOUT LIFE AND DEATH.

BEGINNING I did not ask to be here.No one remembers the door they came through.One moment—nothing.The next—crying,blinking into a worldtoo loud, too bright,too heavy for such a small soul.And yet, that was the beginning. LIFETIME Life is learning to walkon a road with no map.We collect moments like coins,some shiny, some rusty.We build dreams out of nothing,chase people, things, and placesas if they can fill the emptinesswe don't know how to name.We laugh—oh, how beautifully we laugh.We love—recklessly, foolishly, deeply.We break.We heal (or pretend to).We call it "living." THE TRUTH WE HIDEBut life is not just sunrise and laughter.It is also the hospital corridor at 2 a.m.,the phone call you never wanted,the "I'm sorry, we did all we could."It is watching someone you loveforget who you are.It is being strong in front of the worldand falling apart in the shower.Life is beautiful,but it is also brutal. DEATHAh, death!The most certain thingin this uncertain world.The final appointmentwe all keep.No reschedule.No second chance.No amount of moneycan bribe it away.Death is not the villain,though we fear it like one.It is the silencethat waits patientlyat the end of our noise.It is the doorwe all must walk throughalone. THE IN-BETWEENSo what is life,If not the spacebetween the first breathand the last goodbye?A blink.A whisper.A dream.We rush through itas if we have timeto spare.But time,that thief,steals without warning.The days become years.The laughter becomes memories.The people become pictures.And we,we become storiessomeone will tellwhen we are gone. WHAT REMAINSYou will not be your house.You will not be your car.You will not be your titles.What will remainis how you made someonefeel.The kindness you leftin the heart of a stranger.The love you gavewithout expectinganything back.The truth you spokeeven when your voicetrembled.That is what outlives you.That is what echoes. THE ENDSo, live.Not perfectly,but truly.Forgive quickly.Love deeply.Say the thingsyou never say.Do the thingsyou keep postponing.Because one day,without warning,the in-betweenwill be over.And all that will be leftis the wayyou lived. Until then,breathe.Love.Let go.And when it's time,walk through the doorwithout fear.For death is not the end,It is just the end of being seen,not the end of being. THE LAST WORDI do not know what lies beyond.No one does.But if there is nothing after this,then let this be enough.Enough love, enough courage, enough meaningto say,"I was here. I lived. I mattered."And if there is something after,May we arrive empty of regret and full of peace.

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