I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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14 April 2010

Some Do Dying Hard

Some do dying hard
with pain and fear;
sometimes it’s slow
and exhausting.

I heard of a woman ...
but I won’t tell you that.
Her story horrifies.
I heard of a man ...
his makes me weep.

Some on the other hand
do living hard. Pain can be
a lifetime companion.
Sight or movement
may be lost. Or perhaps
one endures great sorrow.

I don’t know what works
in these conditions.
What would I or anyone
do to maintain a self?
I might learn to pray.

As it is, I know myself
blessed to be alive
and doing it, not easy
not hard, just peacefully.

NaPoWriMo Day 14