What if Death Were No End Poem, by gray0328, at My poetic side

If we believed death held no chains,

our hearts might learn to uncoil softly.

Not gripped by false whispers of fear,

we'd sing of horizons we once ignored.

Ego would shrink, a shadow at dusk,

its cries drowned by the vast unknown.

We'd laugh at fragile walls we’ve built,

their weight no heavier than a sigh.

Would joy twist brighter through our veins,

knowing time bows but never shatters?

Would love spill wider from our hands,

unworried by the echo of loss?

And if death stood mute at our feet,

the final word stolen from its grip,

would we not rise, unclenched, unbound,

to dance in the space fear once claimed?

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