This poem was inspired by my Daily Prompt Question
What do you think happens after this life?
Nobody really knows what exactly happens after death.
Everyone has theories, stories, beliefs.
Still, no one really knows.
What happens after this life?
Do we turn into birds?
Chasing the horizon.
A bird, a new soul?
Do you think we will be able to look upon our loved ones?
Walk along our childhood streets.
Will they look the way we remember them?
I believe that after this life…
I am in my most sacred place I could ever think of,
and I watch my life as if in an interactive movie.
looking back at all the things I’ve done with this life.
Good, bad, everything, especially the moments forgotten.
The moments left unsaid.
The moments that loved ones cherish as well.
Nobody knows what happens after this life, but we all wish for the same thing.
Peace, and paradise.
This is a new thing I am trying to keep me focused on writing and posting everyday.
Daily Prompt Question.
Please, feel free to write your thoughts on the prompt. What comes to mind when you think about what happens after this life?
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