-exist-

Daily Poetry #45, March 14, 2017 Word: Exist This is a strange world, full of many people who walk, Is being on this planet a given or curse? From when I was able to properly talk, I would constantly ask questions, for what could be the worst? To be a living being, to have a beating heart, That is the gift of life that only open eyes could see. To be walking here today, to take my part, Is the beauty of it all, for I'm so happy. As lines intersect and new connections are found, I see that those who exist are looking for reasons why. A sound that echoes passionately, or a broken sound, These ears will hear as I walk with life, which passes by. Is the reason that we exist is to find that one and only? Or are we all truly lonely at night, crying when no one can hear? Would you feel my love if I were to let it be? I watch as another one cowers in fear. As we humans go on walking like every other day, We never realize the true gifts that we are given. To be here with you as I walk on my way, I'm glad I exist, I'm glad to be living.