The cycle of life

I will always fear when it all goes away,

when everything changes.

And I must stand tall,

stay strong.

Life dissolves into nothing more than scraps and pieces,

shards that once were whole.

As you grow older,

the fear grows stronger,

like claws creeping nearer with each passing day.

You will leave an echoing silence behind you.

I am terrified.

My world will fall,

I will be consumed by shadow,

lost in a silent void.

But I hope

I will be able to crawl my way back,

find my strength in my loved ones,

be better for them.

It’s been like this for a very long time.

Maybe it’s like this for everyone,

or maybe I worry when I should be enjoying my life.

I see how you have changed over the years,

how you struggle

more than you did before.

You are aging.

I am in the middle.

You will not stay to see the end of my days,

and I will not stay to see the end of my children’s.

It’s the cycle of life.

I will die alongside my husband and my siblings,

leave you,

just as my parents will leave me.

At least, if life goes as it should.

What a horrible realization.

But it’s the direction we are heading.

And for that very thought, I will always keep them close to my heart.

And I will always fear the day when they are gone.