The finish line.
Life blooms in flesh that rots.
Organisms thrive in the discarded shell.
Nothing that leaves is ever truly lost.
When we vacate this vessel,
We simply move on.
Not an end.
Just a pit stop,
Down the highway of life.
My name is Jesse, I am a writer. I post both poetry and mental health pieces about my own struggles and journey on my blog here: https://oneregulardad.home.blog/
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