POEM
If life could be a poem,
I would write it.
If life was a song,
I would sing it.
If life were mere steps,
I would dance them.
But life isn't a song, a poem, or a mixture of steps.
Then what is it?
It's your chance to breathe,
When you can't anymore.
It's your chance to smile,
When your heart is shattered.
It's your chance to walk,
One step after the other.
Prove to the world:
You can breathe,
Without oxygen.
You can walk,
Without legs.
You can smile,
With no heart left.
But then we fear...
Our own worst enemy,
We listen so expectantly.
The bitter whisper in our ear,
Saying, "NO!!! YOU???"
Yet so faithful,
We are always reminded.
I have felt bitterness before,
My lips curl.
Eating you,
Is it's masterful task.
It gives, then takes away,
It brings, then destroys.
I say I'm a rebel,
But for what cause?
I can break rules,
Anyone can.
But can I defeat,
The voices that spread lies?
No...
I'm caught,
In a cage with no bars.
I'm trapped,
In chains that can't hold.
I'm locked away,
Yet I hold the key.
Why?
The worst can be brought,
Or the best.
I choose to look,
As half full.
Yet, half empty,
Is just as true.
Humanity...
I am human,
I can't walk on stars.
But I don't,
Want to walk hell either.
But I can breathe,
And that choice is my last.
