This I Tell With A Sigh

THERE IS a name
alright
they baptize us with
a name
we had no choice the
but to be born
and then die
if we must even if we
do not allow it
but in between this
spaciousness
of life and death
there is an existence
of myriad possibilities
that give us
a sense of freedom
i am at this place
now
thrown in this situation
and i am doing most
of what i can
to call myself free
tomorrow when
the same sun that set
rises again
i proclaim without
timidity
that i am still here
with all my
options

to live and to live again
never to choose death
that kills
all my possibilities
the door that closes in
saying that it will open
again

but you see
it is different there
altogether

this is it
i must devour all
to be whole again
to keep the pieces
intact
within my soul

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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