My heart, fragile as a laser carved eggshell, still beats.

Beautiful, i know it is, yet taken for granted and only appreciated

when it pounds against my chest

or breaks.

Why must I live this life I have chosen, indeed

why have I chosen this life?

I see

fresh faced young women traveling the world

potent young men with women at their feet

children wild and fearless, bounding, leaping, laughing.

Have I grown so long that I have lost my  awe and wonder?

Have I lived so long that tears supply the rivers and question marks

punctuate the universe where answers once filled space?

I don’t want to yearn; I want to live. I want

to color the stars so far outside of the lines that Time

and Space become mine forever. Life

is to be lived, not dreamed about.

© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019


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