Sometimes
I’m awed at the fact
that
I’m given another day
to
develop goals
dream
the unthinkable
collide
with possibilities
so
many opportunities
to
capture, create, or unfold
when
many young as and younger
than
me
now
cease to exist
in
this reality
never
knowing of a next day
because
they’ve been taken away…
This
last year
has
been like…
a
reaping.
So
many young people
talents
lost
.Gone.
So
many hearts shaken
Traces
of what once was
and
who was and is
still
loved
are
left hanging in cyberspace
as
likes, funny comments
and
those hollow
unanswered
messages
A
desk space infamously
organized
or cluttered
has
now vanished
A
church seat is now empty
where
it was once claimed out of habit
A
regular phone call expected
during
the weekdays
will
never be heard again
ringing
just
as voices
that
made us laugh
curse
and cry
will
be never heard
off
key, or in perfect harmony
singing…
We
all stand suspended
in
this limited space of time
and though we live as if we hold
infinity
in our grasp
how
many
times
this
past year
have
we been reminded
that
the metaphoric hourglasses
hidden
within
our
finite bodies
empty
a bit more
as
the calendar
moves
ahead
.Firmly.
and
for anyone of us
without
respect or preference
can
and will
.Stop.
.Suddenly.
This
is what has taught me
on
my own brief path
to
see through the haze
and
hold true to who
and
what’s really important
Like
giving
as much love to those
I
love and sharing kindness
to
every other person,
to
never take for granted
that
character and integrity
will
outlast wealth or fame
and
be cognizant that
I’ll
leave empty handed
exactly
as I came…
To
not engage in the dramatized
glare
that takes away
from
a purpose well spent,
to
remember in these days of my youth
the
light I should represent,
to
find a way to leave
even
a fraction of my world
better
that I found it
and
to give my best
even
when feeling at my worst
leaving
no place for regrets.
To
be a stepping stone
instead
of a stumbling block
to
whomever may be around
and
to be grateful…
For
every
second
I
breathe...
Living
always first from the inside
then
out.
You
see,
life
is but for a moment
that
is one thing that is sure
but
it’s the quality
of
the quantity lived
the
same we tend to misuse, refuse
or
ignore
that
will make us
into
who we eventually are.
For
when flowers once fresh have wilted
and
gravity holds us no more
and
our soul
leaves
the temporal,
decorative
camouflage
to
enter another portal…
What
kind of memories would we have left?
What
choices would have defined us?
Will
we be ready for the mystery
of
truth that lies before us?
Our
bodies are but passengers
that
will make one final descent
leaving
our souls, our true selves
to
bear the burden of what we wrote
on
our own pages
crumpled,
tossed or held
or
on another person’s
that
we’ve straightened
or
deliberately bent…
of
any light or darkness we’ve left…
the
difference we could have made,
but
hadn’t
gotten around to just yet.
Life
is but for a moment
ensure
its honour is kept
and
by all means
.Please.
Create…
at
least one masterpiece
in
between your sunrise and sunset.
My
Inspiration: Young deaths 2014-2015 in Wadadli
© KohylahPiper 2015
