The Fear of a Shadow...By Dragon_tears

((This is something I had to write. I had to present an abstract idea and give it life and a unique characteristic. I hope you enjoy it.>

Staring up at the white ceiling of the hospital, waiting. Anxiety and fear form a thick blanket, chilling the entire room. The clock slows, a sluggish pacing pendulum as time sits quietly to the side. Panic and helplessness turn the air to toxin. With each new breath the body stills, fading as one last quivering breath permits a last goodnight. Yes, I speak of Death. Truth be told, all of us are going to die. It is the most feared aspect of humanity, our mortality. Decease, demise, dissolution, obliteration, and termination...all words that are used to depict Death. However, is death truly an evil thing? I think not, and those who have told you so have done you a great wrong. To put it simply, Death is the purest sense of innocence we have. Death is patient. It cares not for age, race, sex, or class. It is quiet and gentle. It is merciful, releasing tortured, suffering souls into the final tranquil rapture of silence. It's somber beauty baffles the human mind, causing our hearts to reject the gift it can bring. It binds every being together and completes us.

Picture, if you will your image of death. I wouldn't be surprised if most of you visualize the Grim Reaper, with his ominous cloak and blood caked scythe and perhaps a skeletal hand or malicious grin. Place that image aside for a moment and picture mine. Imagine a girl of waist height, dressed in the purest white cloth. Her golden hair hangs in a silk bow in unnatural perfection; her movement's are lithe with liquid grace. There exists no malice, no blood. Only a haunting innocence and ultimate knowledge locked behind her youthful yet ancient blue eyes as she gazes upon you passively. Do you understand me now? People see her shadow and flee because they refuse to accept her. Only when you embrace the child can your life be free of the wretched fear that stems from our own mortality.

So why not fear death? Well, why should we? This small girl is the ultimate situation we all must in time endure. Our entire lives revolve upon her advent into our fast waning lives. Religion's flames are fanned by her silent footsteps, the promise of what door she may guide us to next. People are so concerned about her coming that they live their entire lives in anxiety of her. Death is something we all must edure; why spend your life fearing her? She sits quietly at the door as we prepare to take her hand. We must put full trust into her actions as she leads us from our world to the next. She calls to all of us. The only way to truly live without fear of her is to accept her. Take her hand when she offers it and let her escort you.

Staring up at the oncoming darkness as the clock slows and time begins to unlace his fingers from your grasp. The placid air turns to toxin...it is time for you to leave. The girl is by the door, her hand waiting for yours. Her is gaze unwavering as her passive mask breaks into a smile, sending the chill of her body to warmth as she begins to lead you. "Don't be afraid," she beckons. "Let me take you home."

-Dragon_tears

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