Life

I put the pen down before I finish the sentence
And gather myself
Fingers stand at attention
Mind scrabbled in its diction 
Greatness
In the making
Blurred words take form at their  consummation
“Dear ye, my beloved”
To thee I write my vows 
Letter after letter
Vowe after vowe 
And swear never to period
But punctuate with commas 
The pauses when reciting my thesis to life

Life,
What is it?
In its truest interpretation 
As I often interrupt inner thoughts
Losing my patience 
Then hesitation stills my momentum 
Now I’m frustrated by follies
And mistakes
Missed steps lead to missed opportunities
I regret 
Patience
I often misuse for impotence
Lacking the confidence to….
So I write about it

Life
Once removed 
Twice regretted 
Choices I wish to reuse
But never could understand it
Recapture the moment
Reinvented and hold it
Mold it with delicacy 
And mantle the times 
Guarding its fragility 
Mining it’s treasures
Storing it’s pleasures
Absorbing the knowledge of all its endeavors 
Forever and never all at once 

Life
Desperate by the departed
Craved for by the heartless
Set apart with those who feel no freedom 
Seeking redemption 
Paying homage with their mentions 
The Good
The Bad 
The In Between
Give me all it’s qualities
It speaks to me 
Asking 
“What shall it be”
My response
**Life**