Fear falls away at the door of death.

Embarrassment eases with each sweet breath.

Leaving you with this stark awareness.

Now you know, you can’t compare this.


Pride is absent when death arrives.

All that is left is the memories of lives.

Held in hearts left behind in pain…

Faces you may see again.


What falls away at our demise…

The fear, the shame, the awful lies…

All these things can be dealt with now.

Stop waiting, fretting……just allow.



© The Secret Poetess. November 2016