What Is This?

What Is This?

A Poem by Olivia C. H.

What is this-
This seeming 'mortal coil'?
You can pry
And tear
And yet never really be free of it.
Why do we fight what we know we can be certain of-
Between our birth and our death
And everything that comes in between?

To this end,
We falter.
We burn.
And fret,
And feel.
Then grow and learn
That we need to aspire to callousness,
Instead of contending to heal.

What is this?

© 2011 Olivia C. H.


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I love this purely because it's quite true. Our time is short and rather than fighting between ourselves we should help each other grow. Sadly, at least in the time I've grown up in, a stranger is no longer a friend you haven't met yet, just another person that can hurt you :(

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It's so true. Sad but true. Love the expression in this,:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love this purely because it's quite true. Our time is short and rather than fighting between ourselves we should help each other grow. Sadly, at least in the time I've grown up in, a stranger is no longer a friend you haven't met yet, just another person that can hurt you :(

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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