Oct 13, 2010 18:11
Life is a struggle.
as some are crushed underfoot by those
flailing and striving,
inadvertently crushing
a few (so very few) rise up and unfold
in the light.
delicate beauty in dew collecting on a new leaf.
in the brightening colors of a butterfly's wing.
when your lover's eyes first open in the new shafts of morning
blinking away sleep,
but not the heaviness of the previous day.
there is hope in renewal.
Life is what you make it.
poetry