AND YET

I move through days

often lost

at a loss for words

at a loss for the meaning behind my own being

To give

To sow

To reap

To grow

To cry

And oh my… to feel!

If I should still be

If I should still give

If I should still want

If I should still need

Every ache is a small death

Every new beginning ends

a thousand thoughts

that never saw the light

that never bore fruit

And yet

those very thoughts

fuel the core

of what makes me

Dream

Talk

Smile

Grow

Rant

Rave

And love

I live each day

only to die

and with every death

I come closer to the end

And yet

I wish

it would not be so

Because this is the truth

We live

only to die

Like a bloom that opens fully

then bends slowly toward fading light

we carry our brief fullness

until we quietly vanish

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