The Price
I wish
I were a cold, cold lifeless stone
when crushed by a careless trudging foot
no pain bemoans.
I wish
I were a nebulous cloud
the playful wind bungles round around
now lady-like floats
then ghost-like bloats
unharmed by its might.
I wish
I were a massive cathedral
where life's grandeur and puniness
unfold
tangle up
and blend
that stands on unimpressed and uninvolved.
I wish
I could run away from the claws
of unending pain and conflict
then easy it would be!
But what are these gifts for
of heart
and mind
and love?
If there would be...
no glow at sunrise?
no thrill at the call of the beloved?
no ecstasy at the birth of a child?
no rapture at success?
no bliss at the dawn of truth?
no aches and pains?
no agonies and poignant torture of loneliness?
I wish
I knew what there is to gain by being human
When the clouds have vanished
I wish to know, and sure am I
I'd still wish to be human,
.............even pay the price.
Copyright © Mich Nayve | Year Posted 2023
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