Death becomes her. The last stage of surrendering. To life, to love, to loss. To sadness, to pain, to despair. The last resort. It’s time to say goodbye, goodbye to what once was but never will be again. Time for change because the times are changing. I’m changing. By surrendering to what is.
There is only this moment. The moment to make the decision to say goodbye to who I once was. The dying of the old self. My defeat became my resurrection. Now I will rise.
In my loss of will I found purpose. In my pain I found strength. In my pasts I found happiness. In my despair I found hope. And in the emptiness I found life. Death became life. Death became me. I am.