You lie there kicking like a baby, waiting for God himself
To lift you past the rungs of your crib. What
Would your life say if it could talk?
My answer? Life would tell me to….
Unbend – become born to darkness
Kiss goodbye to the light
Pay no mind to looming death
– It happens.
Upholstered regrets will merely
Lead us to be desolate;
Existing somewhere amid
– Life and death.
Instead, note the whole journey
So, between ungainly steps and
– You’ll truly live!
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