Life’s Dilemma
With nails I grasp life tight,
often I want to let it go,
abandon it, turn my back from sight,
to hurt it as it hurt me so.
And to laugh, and to cry,
just a dry branch left behind,
sometimes hold it, sometimes break it by,
in soul like burning ember in my mind.
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I rise,
holding tight the withered branch,
sometimes surrender, sometimes I try,
laugh with lips split, drenched in tears’ avalanche.
I laugh with will or against my will,
for I cannot cry anymore,
softly under breath I sing still,
for I don’t want to shed tears’ pour.
Laughter quickly turns to wail,
with what happens and we endure,
we don’t know what, we don’t know how we fail,
we just breathe and live for sure.
In this life’s dark gloom,
dragging feet, mind constrained,
with what we see, what we hear in this room,
we remain with heart in hands, pained.
