Some find my death beautiful

in all the colours of autumn

bringing joy to grey days.

Others find it sad -

the sign of long nights in winter's embrace.

The fall banished fear out of my pores.

The feeling of helplessness

while being carried by the wind

opened my mind for a different reality.

Acceptance is not giving in

or giving up

it's choosing another path

where my heart's longing

and my peace of mind will be found.

The decay commands all,

and that fact cannot be denied or ignored.

I will become dust sooner than some,

and when the wind will cradle me in its arms

I will be reaching for the stars.

I have to leave it all behind -

the chattering of the birds,

and the warm kiss of sunshine -

the tender touch of a ladybird,

and a wet sensation of a raindrop -

the joy of a sunrise

and sadness of a cloudy night

denying me the magic of starlight.

I have to let it all go

for it was never mine to own.

I am ready now to say goodbye,

welcoming the last sleep

and the darkness that will turn into light

~ Iva