LIFE - The Gift & The Curse

The Gift

An incredible force exerts on my palm but never feel remorse…
Situated parallel, converting support as nature takes its course…
Exhaustion sets into play, never envisioned new life this way…
Memory-ul stay, the sun will never set on this our special day…
Along trail of words, hard times conquered equals pale at birth…
More than a woman’s worth, first inhalation on our planet earth…
Watch as eyelids rise, bright surroundings incorporate no surprise…
Young being cries, oral wind or smile?, imagination compromise…
Arrival becomes priority, majority of life experiences pollute~ya…
Protect and serve to suit her, mission set to ensure this babies future…


The Curse

Nasal rejecting scents as the polluting fumes fill the room…
Awake at noon confused to the volume that I’ve consumed…
Vital organs struggle with balanced limitation to performing…
Recital of routine, but distressing battle to reach the morning…
Destructive flame stakes claim to challenged environment…
Energy drained, painful exasperation as lungs require-a-vent…
Eyelashes cut through atmosphere as they shadow my vision…
Try or die, due to physical condition body concludes a decision…
Heavens gates wait patently as suspension of death is prolonged…
Life incorporates struggle, but also encourages faith to grow strong…


The Gift or The Curse?
Which Is Worse?
Being Introduced To A Struggle…Or…Being Taken From An Adventure?

THE END

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