in the end,
it is not the end
that is remembered,
but the journey
that you travelled.
in the end,
though death is inevitable,
it is your life that is reminisced,
when they lead you to
your final resting place.
in the end,
but it is not the end.
so we will learn again
to be in awe,
of the wonders
of us being alive,
of new beginnings,
of loving and
of being loved.
~
a very personal poem about losing and learning to move on.
- floor
27-02-2014
25-07-2017
19-07-2019
❤
