Come Alive by William Stoddard

I have looked death in its face,
So close I brushed it with my fingertips.
Then I turned and walked away.
Now I know what death is, and what it is not.
I know what matters in life and what does not.
I gave life one last chance- as I hope you will too
And what I have found, from standing on the brink
Is that death is not the villain,
Regret and despair are the monster to fear.
I found in the abyss that authenticity, love, and hope
Even when you’re hated, judged, and hurt,
Can make you come alive.
I feel myself come alive.
Let us come alive.