Dear Life

Coming to terms with life's many complexities.

  Life:

               Dear Life, isn't it any wonder;

                Life is filled with pain,

                Pains that can be turned into powers:

                 When we realize and accept its necessity:

           Acceptance has taken its toll and now erodes.

              Like knives of pain, shuffles in losses and gain

          cutting flames, living behind only what remains.

           Cutting tides living to thrive; that’s no jive:

           An aging process, in the human remains.

          Oh! The joys of life, double take and think twice.

           Through gritting teeth, gasping breath, of all that’s

        left a smile between, WTF: a transmission of grace.

                 You got it.   reaching for glory on the journey's end.

      The release is remedied; through an agonizing

         instinct for survival. Torch forged, in experiential

          furnace perception: since life has faded enveloped in

        a flower of illusion, and to think all your Net-Worth

            Is going to fit in a coffin/crematory, modern-day

          Tomb.   Embrace the profound beauty in death

           an exit into your true self, a spiritual being

          Which ultimately shrinks into a conclusion.

            How vain a thing, this life: so, it seems,

            becomes nothing much than an exercise in

         Contemplation.  Dear Life,

                          

Author's Note

Isn't it a wonder?

Reviews

[alexAlexander]

Your word illustrates a profound skill for life. Thanks for a beautiful interpretation.

[Papaya]

A poetic reflection on life's pains and joys, acceptance, survival, mortality, and the profound beauty found in death's embrace. Isn't it a wonder?