Death doesn’t scare me how it use to.

I think when my time on the earth starts to fade – I’ll think back to everything. All the sad, good, beauty, hurt, love, strength, laughter. It’ll run through me like the adrenaline that’s slowly fading away. It’ll look like my mothers eyes and my fathers smile. I’ll feel a thousand embraces from everyone who has ever loved me. My poems will fall from the sky like rain through rays of sun. We all become stories after death and this is my gift to the world. They all called me sunshine. Everyone will remember me as sunshine. The universe will unveil my poems in some sort of sunshine even though they once set in darkness. That dreariness is for the living- but now it’s my turn to rise. And when I open my eyes it’ll feel like home. I’ll know the familiar breeze all too well. It’ll feel like my childhood home, except I’ll see the eyes of God- like I never left him. And I hope he tells me I did good. Hope he tells me I was strong. Hope he says the earth with never forget me.

Death doesn’t scare me how it used to.

-AMT ©️