Mortality
I am terrified of death.
The question of what
happens to us when we die
haunts me.
I always thought
that believing in life after
death was foolish and illogical,
just a lie
perpetuated by religious
institutions in an attempt
to indoctrinate us.
But I suddenly find myself
looking for reasons to believe
that this isn’t all there is;
That we can’t possibly
just disappear and become
nothing but dust.
Life is moving faster,
the years are slipping
away quickly and my
mortality is an ever-growing
presence, looming over me,
sending me searching
for an answer that I will never
find.
Copyright © Katie Telling | Year Posted 2022
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