Sunday, May 2, 2010

Poem #2

To be is the only option for me
I won't shake off this mortal coil voluntarily
Nothing about my existence
Is as pure as I'd wish
But there is still sweetness
And sometimes the beauty I finally see
Is so much more than enough for me


secret agent woman said...

Me, too. :-)

Tara said...

Very nice, LB! I thought I would start up with this poem a day thing, but haven't felt compelled to think of something. Maybe more coffee is needed.

Pamela said...

Oh dear, you do such good ones. Hard to live up to. (can you tell I'm competitive? I shouldn't be when it comes to this, and I will try)

Mrs. Hairy Woman said...

I love this.. it is very sweet.. and sometimes I feel like that!

laura b. said...

Secret: Thanks :-)

Tara: More coffee never hurts!

NoRegrets: You could totally do this. I think of it like opponent is me. I just need to show up and do my best :-D

Mrs: Thank you so much!

Churlita said...

The sweetness and the pain are always mixed up in every bite we take out of life.

laura b. said...

Churlita: That is so true.