POEM:LIFE

A good poem delivered with passion gives me goosebumps that takes me places I should go to more often. I should write more poetry. It’s a therapeutic outlet for me that heals my daily scars and protects my fragile heart.   I wrote Life during a time I was trying to make sense of  my journey on earth. Am still searching for answers, clues…while enjoying those random AHA moments along the way.

LIFE…is like a turning wheel.

Always turning, not stopping

You want it to, but its moving too fast

Those rare moments when its slow

You want to control it

Make it go your way

You fight with it

Until

You give up

You brain gives up

Your body gives up.

You alone…helpless

It’s turning faster…slower

Dead still.

Is this the end?

You ask your broken self.

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