Friday, February 19, 2010

The finale'

In the confusion of growing up with out guidance
or was it too much conflicting guidance?
He created his own boundaries and walls and ambitions,
not to live, but merely to survive.
Who would know what took those boundaries and walls down'
would be death itself?
Bringing not death, but life.
Awakening a gentle soul beneath a hard crust!
And finally....
not just merely surviving...
but living!

3 comments:

Al said...

It's not only death the could build boundaries, but fear. And thus we have to overcome it.

AL

Unknown said...

Al - we never know what will break or create a boundary, but it is good when they are broken!

Woman in a Window said...

If only we could all be conscious in our living as you are! Our potential would climb!

This
is such an important poem.

xo
erin