Uncertainty engulfs our every step
Names etched in trees, surrounded by hearts, and numbered with dates
The rings that slide over our fingers to signify unity
Each inhale and exhale, the inflation and deflation of our lungs
Every minute, every moment, all uncertain
With every stride, we are so lucky to be alive
Yet when do you realize how lucky you are to be breathing?
What does it take for anyone to understand the fragile life we all lead?
Death? A new birth? An illness that could’ve taken your life?
When you recall memories of friends, acquaintances, or those who you had a falling out with
Those memories before they passed on
Does uncertainty come to mind?
Six feet under the ground is our destiny
No matter your accomplishments, your riches, your morals
No matter your mistakes, crimes, or indiscretions
You, like me, will have a home in the earth
Forget religion. Forget Heaven and Hell
Our bodies which we try so hard to keep in tact
Or with which we throw away and abuse
Will become food six feet into the ground
Uncertainty surrounds our lives every day
But when we take our last breath
When our eyes close
And our blood stops flowing
Our heart stops beating
Then we are certain to be gone
Death can come so quickly
Or can be the only escape from pain
But whether death is painful or peaceful
Doesn’t change the immense amount of sorrow that comes with it.
With all the pain, and fear that comes with death
For every teardrop which feeds the earth on which we stand while we look six feet under
A feeling of certainty is finally present