What happens

In my life, I like certainties because they provide comfort like a warm blanket
For better or for worse, I enjoy the static facts
I will live
I will love
I will laugh
Finally, I will grow old and die
Now what happens in middle of all of this varies like x
There is one thing that frightens me like no other
Ignorance, an ignorance like no other
I feel something but it is not bliss
Something that wakes me in a sweat and short of breath, a fear!
My Mom has always told me to not ask questions that I did not want the answer to
Mom, I need to know! I have to know!
Heaven, Hell or other
Assuredly, I could lean on the belief of a being that allegedly is the initiator of all this
Too many questions I have to go on faith
And I am not too certain I would see the pearly gates
That's that but the idea of nothing is equally incompatible
Not when I observed all that I do
In nature
In the universe
I do not know where science and the spirit meet
Certainly, they mingle in some respect right?
The end, I think about it or rather it finds me
It asks questions to make me worry and fret
The day doesn't really matter, not really
I imagine I will be naturally devastated to leave the ones I love with this void of my presence
Like a sinkhole to take my physical, audio, visual and intangible form to never be seen again
Only in memories, trapped to be replayed and reviewed
No, I do not know what happens
However, I refuse to be held hostage by this captor of a concept
In my time alive, I have handled a lot and I will handle more
Death will come like the end of your favorite sitcom
Some ends closed and others incomplete
The credits will run one last time
As long as I can look back and happy with the work
I will be happy
BY J.Y.