Divisible Death

Your soul is the prisoner
And the prison are your cells,
Escaping is not the panacea
For any of the agonies and distress.
Because death is not extreme
And neither do you die once-
Ask yourself how many times you already died.
How many times you felt you are holding
Your heart in your unflinching hands
While running to catch your last hope?
How many times you were choked by all those people around you,
And against you
When you stood up to speak?
And how many times your body
Healed the cuts and bruises
Adorning the facade, betraying your wish?
How many times you wanted to scream
Only to realize your vocal cords were filled with
Social norms and propriety?

Escaping the body would be easy;
Let your soul tame the body.

You do not die once,
Neither do you die completely-
Like every other being
Like every other animal, tree and energy.

Look at all the stars;
They glimmer and multiply,
Rejoice and die,
A divisible death, transforming into matter and energy.
Wait, you are made of those stars,
They make the nucleus
Of every cell of your body
Made of some protein from the same A, C, T, G