To be mortal
Hundreds of people pass by
Some without sound
Others thaking my small world and shaking it,
A snow globe
Enclosed delicately by Death, glass.
Fragile life in palm of hand
(Dropped) smash of glass
My soul floating to Heaven
My life left behind
But free!
Invisible barriers broken
Dance and rejoice for the chains
Of life are gone
Rejoice the freedom that Death gives you.
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