
Immortality
It calls to me from beyond the breath,
a quiet field where memories refuse to fade,
and every step I take toward that unseen place
feels like a promise that will never be betrayed.
Immortality is not the endless stretch of time,
it is the echo of the life we choose to keep,
the whisper of a name that does not drift away,
the fire that survives when all the world is asleep.
I look for it in every rising tide of hope,
in every answer that arrives without a sound,
because somewhere in the hours still to come,
my soul will rise again on holy ground.
And when the final night tries to close its wings,
I will stand with all the strength that light can see,
for immortality is not the fear of being gone,
it is the truth that lives forever inside me.

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (1)
What insight you shared in writing this poem. Good job.