Paper Thin Walls

Life

It's as hard and rough as a rock
And as soft and gentle as a blanket
It can be long and harsh
Or short and sweet
Life can be many things
But it's still life
In the form of human or animal
It's the same
Just as a boy turned man
Is still called the same name
People may argue and fight
Over the fact of if I'm right
For just as my opinion may differ from yours
They are still all opinions and nothing more
Right?
If my opinion was my value for life
And so if it didn't matter or belong
Then does that mean the same for me?
This is what humanity does
We argue and fight
And sometimes that's not right
We fight over another's right to live
And how should everyone be
But what we don't realize is that
Just like life
Nothing is the same
Every second is new
And every being is unique
But here is life's big twist
Though nothing's the same
It's all still life.
And isn't that the only matters, isn't it?
Now I'm not supporting pro life or choice in this poem.  It has NOTHING to do with that.  This poem is solely about the importance of things in life, and the value of  your life.  Take what you want out of it, but as the author, I have no intentions in supporting life and death controversial issues.  Thanks for reading!