Death

• Talitha Ray, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2020

To me, death is comforting
The idea of an end, is like a blanket
It tells me
That I am not in control of everything
And that the weight of the world
Does not rest on my shoulders
I am like a raindrop on a gloomy day
Sliding down the window
I may choose which way I go
But I will always reach the bottom
I see death not as a dark thing
But a light
At the end of a tunnel
Like coming home
After a long day
And it makes living all the more worthwhile