what if it isn’t dying
that shakes us,
but the mirror it holds?
the mirror that shows
where we turned away —
from the love we longed for,
from the song in our chest,
from the truth in our bones.
what if the fear
is not of the end,
but of never having begun?
death, then,
is not the enemy,
but the witness —
reflecting the paths
left waiting.
and if we see it now,
while breath is still ours,
the mirror may yet
become mercy.
the fire of regret
becomes
the flame of living.
at last.
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