Death is waiting

And we are never ready

I’ve thought of death many times

In ways of being scared of it

In ways to stay away from it

But also

In ways to greet it

Because who am I to decide when and how

I’d like to be

I think most would agree

To be able to decide how and why

You meet death at your door

Even if it’s not by your own hand

You want it to be quick

And after a long life

You want to draw it out

To be able to say all your goodbyes

But I have thought of death in all the ways

Don’t come close

I’m not ready

Take away the pain

Take me to who I miss

Hold me

While I accept my fate and time

By my hand

Or

By deaths

Be aware

But don’t be afraid

Because in the end

Death is waiting

To take your hand

And guide you through

meeting death on my door step