[228] Acceptance

Death came to me first, out of the cold

when I was seven.

Nobody had died, but my grandma was old.

Chanting from the temple, evening prayer froze me inside.

Why isn’t she scared?

I wanted to ask , but my mummy would scold.

So I forgot all about death—

I was just seven years old.

Death came back again when I was in high school.

The old must go—by then I knew that rule.

Then school closed in the middle of the day.

One student passed away, my teacher said.

Selfishly, I thought I was safe—

but I was a fool.

Time isn’t the only metric—

I learned that in a one-minute silence at school.

Death came back a few times, but I hardly paused—

like arrows from behind that I had to dodge.

As long as me and mine were safe and okay,

I chose to ignore death, day after day.

Whatever misery death had caused, it happened to others.

So it hardly mattered.

My circle stayed intact—

and I barely paused.

Now I’ve crossed the halfway line—if it is a long life.

I finally understand why my grandma was fine.

It’s a one-way track—no coming back.

The trick is to face life—and walk backward.

There’s no point in mourning and crying.

So yes, my grandma was okay—

and maybe I will be fine.

[ I love rhymes and rhythms but sometimes it feels like a cage. So here I have tried to loosen a bit to make it feel like free flow.

I’d really appreciate any feedback, especially on flow, clarity, and whether the emotions come through naturally.]

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Posted Apr 27, 2026, 12:16 AM UTC