I Start at the End

A poem spun from a stray line in the notebook, been a while.

Photo by Annelies Geneyn on Unsplash

All that I am, I embrace. 
And thus, I am free. 
And this is how 
I will remain.

That is the end 
of a long mountain 
climb In the dark. 
This is the beginning
of a long morning 
breakfast to kickoff
an endless summer.

This is not how 
I came into this world 
but it will be how 
I leave this world.

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