Dear Death.
Lying here,
For the first time confronted by you,
I begin to see my purpose in life.
Is this my punishment?
Resentment, anger and regret.
Lying here,
My life before me,
I see where I went wrong,
What I could have done.
Is this hell?
It must be...
Never before have I felt so sore.
A second chance!
How much for a second chance?
I can't, I haven't done enough.
What's done is done,
Why show me only my sins?
Show me the good...
But then, this wouldn't be hell.
Flying here,
Trauma passed.
My punishment served.
I can go on now.
To what?
What lies ahead?
I hope that was hell,
Because flying feels a lot like falling.
