A Friendship With Death

You have been at my side since birth
Quiet observant relative
You were in the ceiling panels of the hospital
when my last rites were read at 11
Keeping me company through the pain
You were at the surface when I had lake water enter my lungs at 12
Your hands held my head together during the assault of boots at 17
You have sat next to me
when family members passed,
friends were lost,
pets were put to sleep.

I breath with you and
share thoughts with you.
You are not grim as others imagine
You are compassionate and wise
Thank you for your guidance
You have shown me the beauty of life.

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A new and definitely interesting perspective!

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