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“I never quite understood those who chose the sea…”
Staring death straight in the eye,
leaning in slowly,
with bated breath.
What’s to come, then?
Memories from what is left behind?
That would scare anybody, surely.
But not them.
For mourning comes when the heart and
Flesh fail. But,
What comes when the heart,
Forced into submissiveness,
numbness,
Silence,
Is not able to beat for itself?
As it was always meant to be?
Death is not unfamiliar,
it comes with the rising and setting
Of the Sun.
The Son.
He is the only thing connecting their soles to their souls.
Sydney Finley is a McConnell Scholar in the class of 2023. She is studying biology and political science at the University of Louisville.