and He

He held my hand

and He told me I was beautiful

He laid his frozen fragile hand

upon mine

allowing the melancholia

to crumble

He became my shelter

my safety,

my whole

He became my soundness,

my wisdom,

my home

and He came to guide my frame

causing my eyelids

to shut

and He told me we'd do this together

two taps

from a single silver spear

to each wrist was applied

He helped me

to make my truth

fade away

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I wrote this poem with the inspiration of Because I Could Not Stop for Death by Emily Dickinson. In her poem, Dickinson personifies Death, as did I. She also explains how death is a journey. In my poem, Death is a person and takes the writers hand to aid them on their voyage to death. As in Dickinson's poem, Death is also cold, yet a comforting and kind. There are elements of depression in this poem, largely displayed in the end when the cause of death is revealed. When “to make my truth fade away” is written, that is when the author is referencing immortality. Whether immortality is real or not is unknown to her, but the writers knows that the true life she was living has now ended forever.