life – Page 7 – Picking Up Roots

Stolen Gifts

the greatest gift given
can be stolen in a moment,
it does not matter
the sweetness of the soul;

Fate marches to the beat
of its own drum,
cutting time short
where it sees fit;

so little
is within our control,
make sure to put living
into your life

Getting Through

there are no more words
to describe hurt,
life finds new ways
to inflict pain,

we are open wounds,
slow to close, 
life brings another wave,
its salt is torture

we reach for one another
we reach for love
we hold fast
we get back up

we do what we can,
to make it through

Immortals

life serves
another reminder:

we are not invincible,

even our immortals
have only
so much time
in the sun
before darkness falls;

nothing is forever