Life?
Is my life only to be felt like I'm
stumbling in the dark? How
are we to accept the insurmountable,
the inevitable changing seasons
of our life?
Is there some grand surprise when
we finally arrive?
When what we’ve come to know
reach’s it’s end.
I fight back my tears until they rebel.
Desperate they have become,
finding any opportunity for relief.
As my spirit is weary within my
body’s aging shell.
I’m told everything has it's purpose,
I just wish I could remember mine.
Being willing too, I’m told
will lighten my dark paths surface.
I try to hide my fears, hoping there
is a God and be merciful,in
that I might find I still exist
long after father time.
Is the fear of death universal?
Never to escape the same fate
as those who have gone before.
Expected to just let go of life
when that day comes.
How am I to go?
Perhaps suffer from a disease’s
fatal blow?
Hold on the brakes are gone.
But where are we going?
Some say heaven some say hell.
Will I then be freed from
sorrows spell?
What I really want to know is,
Will I die without love I could
never find? Or will love find me
in the nick of time?
Copyright © Joy Hardy | Year Posted 2005
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