To merely inhale a breath of life,
But not to completely sustain it.
To have a little taste of bliss,
But not to completely contain it.
To have the feel of careless joy,
But to hold it lightly.
The less and less you feel of it,
You start to cling more tightly.
To watch the minutes passing by,
And never be regretting.
To see the murky shadows of death,
But not ever forgetting.
To swallow the pill of pain,
And feel the drowning sorrow.
To wash it down with happiness,
Hoping it will cure tomorrow.
To cut yourself and bleed good health,
And absorb all and nourish.
To sweat all the riches of love,
And bask to let it flourish.

Untitled No. 9
By NyGirl