Death's Door

When someone is sick, we say they're on Death's doorstep.

But aren't we always?

People always act like we're so far away from death.

But really we're not.

We're always standing in front of that big, black, shadow-filled door.

Death's door.

We just don't go through it while we're so sure we're far away.

And then something happens to us and people finally realize.

We're on Death's doorstep.

But what they don't realize is:

We always were.

And they are too.

Posted in response to the challenge Doorways.

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Creativity641

VT

14 years old

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