Dainty and Dauntless

Poetry:

What is Life, seriously?
                       ~Adam, The Genesis

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"You wrote this?," Garf softly asked, "Natalie, did you write this poem?"

"Which one?," Natalie peered over his shoulder and chuckled, "yeah. What's wrong, too serious for you? I haven't written about humor in a while. I wrote that one last night".
Garf kept silent, eyes glued to the page.

"Why?" Natalie asked with worry on her face, "you don't like it? Jeez, I didn't think you'd hate it that much". Garf's eyes darted from one line to another, his brows furrowing in more.

"Garf?," he said nothing when she called to him. She walked over to him and started reading through the poem herself. She scratched her brow moments later and exclaimed, "it's really not that bad".

Garf looked up at her and chuckled, then kept reading. "You overthink, Natalie".

"Do you like it?" He shook his head in disbelief and started reading;

The earth,

the round ball that we all seem to be trapped in. No corner to hide and no stop to the journey to finding ourselves. Go around then go round some more. There you will find more to pass around.

How vast should we expect? We each hold the tiniest space for ourselves, entitlement to something.
Why not make my mark?
But with what?
Some have a piece of the darkest coal to bolden it. Others, the sharpest swords to carve it out.

The wind, carrying the dirt with it also goes on round,
Around and round and still finds more parts to go around. With our marks made and palms scarred, we only hope the dirt doesn't fill the piece of us we leave behind.
We pray that it feels the passion and relief that burnt in our souls as we spelt out our names. And with that may it go around, round and maybe find other parts unmarked to go around.
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"You're unbelievable, Natalie".
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