It is life itself
Which has reached out and grabbed my soul
I have been so close to death
I felt its breath on my neck
A gentle stirring of air
Ready for me to take the last journey
I nearly succumbed to its slow rhythm
But something called me back
And so I stay here for a while longer
Death has always held fascination
Gleaming eyes in the dark alley
Waiting in eternal patience
The words of Emily Dickenson
Reaching out from beyond timeless grey
Whispering promises of love
Death has always held fascination
And yet
And yet when it reached out
Stroking my face with velvet cat paws
Others turned my head away
And I fell back into the light
I wonder
Can my heart survive?
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