Life’s end inevitable (A poem)

Here, Inevitable, Trees that once stood mighty,

Tall and green, made others envy, 

Now brown and fallen.

Petals which once bloomed In the garden now dried,

Stalks which supported them have wilted.

Candles which once burnt with passion,

Now failing to ignite, 

The end, A tiny stump of wax.

Struggles which seemed impossible, 

Oppressed me, I  felt derisible. 

Now, overcome  by the light. 

The feelings my heart once contained, 

 Blossomed and brewed, it ran over. 

Now replaced my emptiness and thin air.

I lived in all glory. 

Fighting, yearning, loving, surviving. 

Now I dwell in the hearts of many-

As a blessed memory.

This is it,

the end of an era,

These moments not wasted

But cherished, held and protected. 

These beauties,  

the very essence of my existence. 

End is inevitable.