Thursday, March 10, 2011

This time

Struggle.
Life begins with a struggle.
And, I'm told, it ends with one, too.
I'm looking at my empty hand,
and I believe it is true.
I'm seeing words I've longed to hear,
echoed in just the right way.
Things that have gone so long undisturbed,
and so I thought that they were
under control somehow, some way.
Why you? Why now? Why this?
So many crashes, and not enough time between.
I'm trying to keep my head.
But it's spinning,
and all I want is what will bring me down.
I am my worst enemy.
And so, I struggle.
Life begins like this.
and, I'm told, it ends like this, too.