Struggle

I know

How it feels

To be

Uncomfortable

In

Your own skin

I see you

Walking along

Awkward

And unsure

Even after all

These years of life

You still

Struggle

To move

The form

That you chose

 

Push on

And endure

The struggle 

The brief moment

In flesh slips by

Much too swiftly

All of us

Filled with 

Loving joy 

And constant 

Sorrow

For all that 

We could

Or could not 

The

Illusion

Of time

Blends

Into one

Continuous pulse 

Created at

The original

Spark

Of

"All that is"

Pure 

Freedom

Conscious infinite

Radiant energy

Is what we are 

Reviews

[An Ordinary Woman]

if only we could stay young, pure, perfect. I still wouldn't trade a moment of this life but the notion is delightful. And so is this poem. :)

[Greg Skura]

Thank You AOW!