“When the time comes, be ready.”

I thought I would never be ready.

I thought I would always be terrified of death,

But I liked to ignore that fear with superhero fantasies

And short lived distractions.

“When the time comes, be ready.”

Be ready for what?

Be ready for anything?

I’ll never be ready for that.

Be ready for the end?

How could I be.

I can wish for death without being able to face it.

That’s why I enjoy my faceless friend.

You can never prepare for loss.

Even if you grieve in advance,

You just might spend a little longer hopeless.

I can’t prepare for death.

I can’t prepare for life either.

All you can do is persevere,

And one day you might just wake up and be…

ready.