Death Moving On Poem

Moving On With Life After Friend's Death

I'm a fifteen year old girl in high school and wrote this poem shortly after a friend died of meningitis. I have always enjoyed poetry, as well as athletics and music. I am always busy with activities and remain engaged with everything that I can manage through my school and other communities.

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To Heaven's Gates

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Published: June 2014

To heaven's gates
we wish to fly
out of this world
across the sky

To heaven's gates
our souls are seeking
the angel's lyres
and voices speaking.

To heaven's gates
our lifelong journey
not through these halls
atop a gurney.

To heaven's gates
you start to weep,
reminded
I was never yours to keep.

To heaven's gates
why mourn with sorrow?
Morning shall come;
there will be a tomorrow.

To heaven's gates
I view their glory,
glancing behind
I close my story.

At heaven's gates
I find myself
not bruised, not broken,
nor on the shelf

At heaven's gates
I hear you cry
and remind you:
this isn't really goodbye.

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