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.Featured Review
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