There are times when the world is holding its breath
When the clock\'s ticking stops
And even the wind interrupts its lashing of the trees
These are the times when the world is waiting for the finality of life
When a baby cries its first scream
And an elderly person draws their last breath
The times when every inhale tells a story
One of hope, forgiveness, and perspective
Or of loss, grief, and ruin
The times when decisions are made that you cannot come back from
As one lets go of the expectation of life
And welcomes the irrevocability of the end
The time when every exhale counts
As one lets go of the blade they were clutching in their hand
And instead chooses to continue breathing with the world