Death Is Never More Beautiful

Death Is Never More Beautiful


© 2012 by Mit Maras


In unwavering reverence,

We watch as she dances,

Hues of autumn adorn her ever reaching branches.


With a natural pluck,

Each canvas spirals down,

Until nothing but death now blankets the ground.


For so long we have sought,

The solitude of her darkest places,

Forced from shadows we now bare our own faces.


Death has now befallen her.

Yet, death … has not beaten her.


She stretches exposed arms,

Void of those she held dear,

Rooted against all threatening new life next year.


Standing bare and vulnerable,

Her loss is witnessed by all,

Heaven’s perfect example of our choice to stand tall.


Held captive in a place

Where heartache and darkness rule,

She towers the world,

All proof … death is never more beautiful.


© 2012 by Mit Maras


Hello world!

Through the depths of despair, pain and a long road to the loss of one’s self, there’s a place where we look up and hope abounds. The journey back to one’s self is not an easy mountain to climb, but it is in the climb where our new self is born. This blog and these writings … are part of my new journey and happiness. My prayer is that you’ll join me along my journey and allow us to all inspire, encourage, and change a world.

Happy reading!