Death has always been

a constant thought

which brought fear

to my heart.

 

It wavered my faith

in what I thought was righteous,

but it still felt off.

 

Your voice softly saying

“Death has a deeper meaning,

let me show you.”

 

Young and blind,

I followed everyone else’s words

and ignored yours.

 

“Death is nothing what Christianity

taught you.”

 

“Be reborn, rid yourself

of doubt,

of fear.

Let Death show you the courage you’re missing.”

“Let me, God of peaceful Deaths

guide you to your true self.”

 

Yet, I still evaded your calls.

You continued with signs with:

 

Moths appeared as

tiny Phoenixes when

I was surrounded by negativity.

 

Poppy flowers bloomed

in the midst of random bushes.

 

All telling me

that I was never alone.

You, Thanatos, is always by my side.