Does all of humanity live within the sphere
Of a death close enough that it’s ever near
And we may get a hundred years or so
Or we might not, you just never know
And I walk within the fear
Just so it becomes clear
That the immortal in the form
Is that which was never born
And is out of reach
Of the end that they teach
Is the conclusion of life on earth
And it might hurt
To fall but get back up
I am holding you, love
And there’s nowhere a cloud can’t go
It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t share what I know
Coz I was fourteen and I writhe
The cumulation of being alive
Came crashing down
And I felt I would drown
In the ocean of it all
When suddenly the brick wall
Just fell to the floor
And I adore
What got back up
You could call it love
The living breathing apparition
Of what happens when fission
Pulls itself back together
And heals the wound
The room
Faded from view
But you
Never did
And it’s worth a couple quid
Just to say
That I am okay
Come what may
In the fray
Of the life we know
I held on then It let go
The Poetry Book 
Your poem beautifully explores the themes of mortality, resilience, and the endurance of the human spirit. It shows that despite the inevitable threat of death, there’s a part of us that remains immortal – our consciousness or soul. Even when life’s hardships make us feel like we’re drowning, we’re able to rise, heal, and rebuild, driven by the power of love. The poem ends on a note of acceptance, teaching us to find peace within amidst life’s unpredictability. It’s a moving testament to human strength and the ability to embrace the fleeting nature of life.
Regards
Abhishek
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Thank you 🙏 Your comment is deeply appreciated. I love your take on the poem and it is beautiful to consider that what we truly are is the Eternal, temporarily moving in these bodies we walk as. Acceptance truly is the greatest freedom when you’ve wrangled with grief (like I have and like many of us do) for the longest time. Our hardships can be our greatest teachers and show us things we never would have dreamed possible. Thank you again for your comment and for taking the time to read my poem. All my best wishes, Laura! 😊
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