Passing Through

By Alysha Brilla

Passing Through

One day my body shall be returned to the earth
Every part of me will be used to create something new

Something new.

All of the pains of my life will be gone
All of the joys in my life will be gone

How sobering a thought to know that

the pain is temporary
the joy is fleeting

I need not become too attached to either

This body with which I navigate the world
is my friend
a part of me
a temporary shelter

I'm passing through 

We're all passing through


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