Uplifting

[ 1 ] Cursed

Aging, timelessly, awaiting

To dust we were formed

To dust shall we fall

As seed is placed in the earth

And a fetus in its mother's womb

It grows until it takes root

It grows until its first breath of air consumed

We grow through the changes

Mimicking a flower through its seasons

First steps, first day, first kiss

Then gone,

Away from what protected

Now thrown all alone

With one another we try to find comfort

Only growing ever cold

We wonder why we chose the path we did

Look from where it brought us,

Cursed of ground, to its return

Heaven or Hell,

Which path of actions on earth we chose