I Died a Little
A poem by Linda Ellis — the very second we start living is the same we start to die. We are not living to die — we are dying to live.
I died a little today;
I can say without sorrow.
For the truth is the same thing
will happen tomorrow.
It's a pure and honest irony
that no one dare deny;
the very second we start living
is the same we start to die.
We all know the simple truth.
There's no need to pretend.
The same moment we begin
is the beginning of the end.
Though we disregard the topic,
we know it still exists,
and the more we overlook it,
the more that it persists.
Yet when we end the silence,
and give mortality a voice,
we expose the harsh reality
that we haven't got a choice.
We give our hearts the freedom
to live each day without guilt
as a single solitary patch
in life's amazing quilt.
With unconditional kindness
we understand how to give,
for we're not living to die,
we are dying to live.
It's a freedom we experience,
an awakening in our soul
when we admit that life's finale
is quite out of our control.
With passion and wonder,
gratefulness and zest,
we stop to consider this gift
with which we are blessed.
And appreciate the moments,
for the reality is true…
that today, I died a little more
and so, my friend, did you.
© Linda Ellis. All rights reserved.