Until then

You tell tales of your shattered being
That If death comes right in your doorstep, You'll hug it.
But in a blink of an eye
You'll push death back
to its own oblivion
as you slowly but steadily
walk away from its shrouded embrace.
Ultimately falling back to your reality
where you welcome your fragmented soul
and slowly assemble
every bits and pieces of what was left of you.
And time jumps forward along
until you've let go
until you've grown
until you're ready
until you meet death yet again
not broken,
but whole.