Challenge
Most people by now know that I've made death my theme for January ... in doing so, I thought of this ... we have no clue when, where or how Death will come for us when it's time, but if it could speak to you, what would Death say
Poem, Prose or short-story ... What would the Devil say to you ... tag me in the comment section this way: @Danceinsilence ... otherwise I won't know you have done this.
Phoenix
Get off your knees, child. Death is not ready for you. You do not belong here.
You have only this life to live. You have to walk through fire to get what you want, so stop waiting.
Whether the time is perfect or whether it feels off, you only have right now. You're going to burn either way, you might as well face it.
You can't move forward without action. Stop letting fear dictate your experiences in life and stop begging for an end while desperately searching for a new beginning.
You might surprise yourself with how far you can go just by embracing the flames as they push you forward instead of blaming them for holding you back.
-A.e.