Life

Life is precious.

It is sweet.

However, It is not some five second treat.

To know how to breathe.

To taste the air.

To know that the taste you taste is not dispear. 

To know you are okay through night,

And that you will wake see the morning light.

Through all of the screaming and the beating,

All my stress, I'm surely eating.

To hear the trees as the wind blows past,

To hearing the words that put me on blast.  

I know I am not perfect,

and that is ok. 

But to be still,

and to breathe,

and to know I am alright.

I can shine throught and be my own light.

The darkness may close in.

And yes, sometimes that line grows thin.

But on we must press,

through the darkness and stress.

But alas we come out,

through the light of a tunnel,

to see the chaotic funnel,

that is life.