Death:
To some people it is scary
To some people it is sad
Understandable
But,
There is something strangely beautiful about a graveyard
I don’t know what it is
Or if I would feel differently if I knew the people
Who once lived in the bones below
But it is peaceful
And quiet
And still
In the quiet hillside between its stone walls
I could somehow feel life around me
Monika put it perfectly
“There is just something about dead people
That makes me feel more alive.”
I must agree with her
The only thing sad
Was what was said on the stones
Just names and dates
And the occasional cliché phrase
“Lost but never forgotten”
But most of the people there
Will be forgotten
One day their family and friends will no longer
Walk the earth
They may one day be in the ground beside them
But if they leave nothing of their life behind
But a bunch of photographs and loved ones
Their memory will only live on earth for so long
“As far as gravestones go,
It is not the date at the beginning or the end that matters
But how they used their dash”
I know that I will live forever in a place that feels like home
But I want a part of me to live long after my loved ones leave
That is what I am trying to do
Putting my heart on a page
Makes me feel as though I can touch many tomorrows
And my voice may someday be heard
By people I never met
I want my dash to be one of life
Because that is what a dash is after all:
LIFE
To some people it is scary
To some people it is sad
Understandable
But,
There is something strangely beautiful about a graveyard
I don’t know what it is
Or if I would feel differently if I knew the people
Who once lived in the bones below
But it is peaceful
And quiet
And still
In the quiet hillside between its stone walls
I could somehow feel life around me
Monika put it perfectly
“There is just something about dead people
That makes me feel more alive.”
I must agree with her
The only thing sad
Was what was said on the stones
Just names and dates
And the occasional cliché phrase
“Lost but never forgotten”
But most of the people there
Will be forgotten
One day their family and friends will no longer
Walk the earth
They may one day be in the ground beside them
But if they leave nothing of their life behind
But a bunch of photographs and loved ones
Their memory will only live on earth for so long
“As far as gravestones go,
It is not the date at the beginning or the end that matters
But how they used their dash”
I know that I will live forever in a place that feels like home
But I want a part of me to live long after my loved ones leave
That is what I am trying to do
Putting my heart on a page
Makes me feel as though I can touch many tomorrows
And my voice may someday be heard
By people I never met
I want my dash to be one of life
Because that is what a dash is after all:
LIFE