Tears

I was told today that I was going to die,
the doctor told me I had incurable cancer,
he told me to make the best of my time left.
I cried...tears...falling down my face...freely,
tears of feeling the end of my mortality.

How does one accept death?
How does one look death straight in the eye?
I ponder these questions as i sit down here,
looking out over the rolling landscape,
ahead and beyond me.

I pick up a picture of my family,
tracing my fingers along the edges of each face,
knowing it is a picture, yet I find comfort from the familiar faces,
smiling, as they all have fun on that day,
and I realise that after I am gone, they will keep on smiling.

A single tear drops onto the picture,
born from the pain and hurt of my everlasting caste.
I allow the tears to fall, down salty trails of my cheeks,
to the glass of the picture.

I remembered the doctor's words,
make my time count, what I had was mine.
I wipe my tears away, knowing that death,
is just a transition to a new beginning.

In the end, mortality and death are intertwined,
I look out of the window, way out, and see a flock of sea-gulls.
My spirit lifts and soars toward them, joining with them,
No more tears, only a acceptance of death...
as an ending that evolves into a new beginning.