Warning: This post contains a subject that many find distressing. Do NOT read if you can not face Death as you will be upset.
This is a deeply personal piece that I wrote some time ago. It is written in the spirit of positivenss, hope, courage and challenge. It is not intended to be negative and if you choose to read it please do so in this same spirit.
The Portal of Death
I stand at the Portal of Death. The days grow short and the nights grow long. I looked for my friend and he is not there. He has entered that Portal and I see him only in dreams.
I stand at the Portal of Death. It is not time for me to cross but my soul cries out for I can not see, cannot hear, cannot touch. The Portal is closed as solid as steel.
Life has been good. Life has been hard. Many things I would change if I could but I have lived as I choose and face the Portal unafraid.
What lies beyond I do not know but though I do not welcome it, do not embrace it I do not fear it. I hold my head high and know I lived as best I could.
I will not cower, scrape and bow. I will not kneel and beg for a forgiveness for being me. I stand proud, my soul is light and will defeat the feather of Anubis.
If this life is all that there is my cup has been full and I have drunk deep. I have loved and been loved. I have found and I have lost.
I stand at the Portal of Death then I turn my back and walk away. I have things to do. A smile to give to the sad, a voice to speak to the blind.
I have no time to wait at the Portal of Death. Sorry, Death, but you will have to find me.Probably at my computer posting here or playing a game.
Blind faith is a liability: Skepticism a necessity.