what if life was like a man pursued
by an army of unbeatable sure-handed villains
what if arrows shot came like a storm
that no space is left to hide his mortal body
if at a count of each second, one shot hits him
wouldn’t it be easy to die a wounded man?
but, what if…
we have been given, each, an option to heal
a chance to keep running to safety
what if each healing makes our skins tougher
wouldn’t it be a sweet pain of battle?
knowing that it’s a personal choice we make?
to die?
what if life is such a dream
would pain hurt as the joy that comes with healing?
and if we are all made to fight?
wouldn’t dying across the land into our country
be more heroic than dying in the battlefield?
what is life?
Life is fascinating
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That’s for sure.
Thank you for your contribution. I appreciate it
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Life is …. it just is! It takes on any meaning you give it😊🌹
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Yeah. We kinda shape everything
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Beautiful poem. Life is that which we are grateful for. Thank you for this reminder and I look forward to reading more.
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Wow! Thank you for being my friend out here. I’m encouraged to write more Dr. Maples. I’ll sure keep you well fed with all the ink there is in my heart
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