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Tiptoeing Into The Graveyard: The Silent Departure

I am approaching the end
of a slow disappearance,
an act so unremarkable
that nobody knows I’m gone.

I could make waves,
but what is the point?

That would only serve
to draw attention to me,
which is the last thing I want.

Perhaps you will
come across this note and say
“I thought he was dead long ago.”

More likely, you won’t give me
any thought at all.

You won’t even see this.

I’m that good.

Trail Wood,
3/5


Tiptoeing Into The Graveyard

The silent departure from the stage of life, unnoticed and unremarked.


The Quiet Fade

In the twilight of existence, where shadows merge with the fading light, the journey of a solitary figure towards the quiet embrace of an old graveyard captures the essence of a slow disappearance. This scene, shrouded in fog and solitude, symbolizes the silent and often unnoticed exit from the world, a departure so subtle that it leaves no trace behind.

The act of tiptoeing into the graveyard is a poignant metaphor for the end of an existence that has quietly receded from the collective consciousness, a life that concludes without fanfare, applause, or acknowledgment. It is a testament to the profound solitude of the human condition, where some departures are so gentle, so unremarkable, that they barely stir the air.

Invisibility and Silence

The figure’s almost ghostly presence, moving towards the entrance of the graveyard, speaks to the profound invisibility that can characterize the final chapters of life. This imagery evokes a contemplation on the nature of existence, visibility, and the echoes we leave behind. In a world that often measures worth by the noise one makes, the decision to exit quietly, without drawing attention, becomes a profound statement of autonomy and intention.

This scene challenges us to reflect on the value of a life and the measures by which we deem an existence to be significant. It confronts the notion that to be remembered, one must make waves, questioning the intrinsic worth of a life lived in quiet dignity.

The Unnoticed Departure

The thought that someone might stumble upon a note and realize only then that the author has long since departed is a stark reminder of our transient impact on the world. It underscores the reality that for some, the legacy is not one of tangible achievements or memories left behind but of a graceful, if unnoticed, exit.

This realization does not diminish the value of the journey but rather highlights the varied paths that lives can take. It is an acknowledgment that not all who wander are lost; some are simply on a path that meanders quietly towards its end, leaving footprints that fade before they can be followed.


Summary

Tiptoeing into the graveyard symbolizes a departure from life that is quiet, unnoticed, and profoundly personal. It challenges us to consider the nature of existence and the impact of our presence in the world. This silent exit, free from the desire for recognition or remembrance, speaks to the dignity of choosing one’s own path to the end, reflecting on the beauty and solitude of a life that fades like a whisper in the wind.


Glossarium

Graveyard: A final resting place for the dead, symbolizing the end of life’s journey and the inevitability of death.

Disappearance: The act of fading from existence or consciousness, often gradual and unnoticed, reflecting the transient nature of life and memory.


“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” – W.B. Yeats


In twilight’s embrace, I fade away,
A whisper in the wind, a shadow’s play.
Tiptoeing into the night, unseen,
Where the end is quiet, serene.

No waves to make, no marks to leave,
Just the gentle sigh of a soul to grieve.
In the hush of the graveyard, I find my rest,
A silent departure, unremarked, unaddressed.

Yet in this quiet, there lies a grace,
A tranquil end to the mortal race.
For in the end, we all return,
To the earth, the sky, the universe’s churn.

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