Alive

A Poem by Sakhiwafir

If I must fall,
And falleth endlessly,
But, to rise again,
I would finally grow wings to fly

If I could elicit,
Ink from sunlight,
And wreathe words from music,
I would finally have something to write

If I could shut my eyes,
Yet see everything,
And tell wrong from right,
I would finally have sight

If I could , but utter a word,
And hear it echo,
Even in the ears of the deaf,
I would finally have a voice

If I could step into the darkness,
and in only a solitary strike,
Consume the darkness and light up the sky,
I would finally have ambition

If I could look into my eyes,
And see sorrow,
But still not complain,
I would finally have compassion

And if I could do all that,
In a lifetime,
And still remain,
I would finally be alive...