Should I

Should I

A Poem by Arly Parent
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I was reading a friend's blog and...this is my response.

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Category: Life
Sitting here thinking.  Wondering if I'm worth something. Should I even be alive. Is there any reason for me? Does someone even love me?..... Sitting here think. I know I'm worth something, and no one tell me I'm not. Alive? Is anyone even alive or are we all dead and just don't know it. How do we know if were not all living in what we call HEAVEN or HELL as one, and no one is GOD and no one is the DEVIL. If it weren't for famliy and friends i would never be loved. Sitting here thinking. So in the end SHOULD I......? You fill in the blank.

 

 

Should I

Should I even be alive
 
 
 
 
becomes should I even care
 
 
 
 
becomes should I go on
 
 
 
 
 
 
just becomes
 
 
 
 
 
 
so should I?
 
 
 
 
should I grow?
 
 
 
 
should I push?
 
 
 
 
should I struggle and persevere, cry out and shed my tears, meet the pain, mete the pain?
is it worth it?
 
 
 
 
 
 
is it worth it?
 
 
 
 
 
 
worth the waiting
 
 
 
 
worth the wondering, the insecurity and the hoping
the remorse
 
 
 
 
worth the crying, the cold, the darkness, this unforgiving course
 
 
 
 
worth the talking and the glares, the fingers and the stares
 
 
 
 
is it worth it?
 
 
 
 
 
 
is it worth it for that feeling
 
 
 
 
the butterflies
 
 
 
 
the flutter
 
 
 
 
 
 
is it worth it for the calm, the peace, the freedom from the clutter
 
 
 
of the heart
 
 
 
 
and of the mind
 
 
 
 
and of the past far far behind
 
 
 
 
is it worth it?
 
 
is it? 
 

 

so should I?
will I?
 

 

© 2012 Arly Parent


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Added on June 22, 2009
Last Updated on December 4, 2012

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Arly Parent
Arly Parent

Lantana, FL



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There's nothing about me. I play with pauses as well as silence. I write words, assign meanings and junk, and play with a language that might be as much my own as another. I don't know. more..

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