I suffer from thanatophobia. I fear death.
Not sure if that fear roots itself in my failing search for god or my strong disbelief in an afterlife. I am so envious of people who can accept god on faith without evidence.
The idea of a loving god is so profoundly sublime to me – and if you are one of those people of faith, please know how much I admire you. Hopefully you will respect that I am un-like you and can accept that difference contritely. I am not looking to pick fights or open a debate. Pray for me.
With this poem, I endeavor to make Death more gentle, more beautiful. It’s a very personal attempt to assuage my fears. Make death more akin to Art.
Imagine staring at a Rembrandt, and then fading away into the painting. I am more than OK if Death is simply a beautiful image then nothing. Like falling asleep and never waking up.
I hope you all find some peace and solace in this poem. Love to hear your thoughts.
“Because, death is just so full and man so small | Well I’m scared of what’s behind and what’s before.” – Mumford & Sons, After the Storm