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The Perpetual Need for Rebirth
Starting over can be a daily task.
Being too young to live can
steal our human potential.
Being too old to die doesn’t
heal all human maladies.
We can’t be too lax to care.
Birth is a tight squeeze.
Love is playing with fire.
Breakup is like drowning.
Death is the final ache.
All life stages are painful.
When the sealed-in goodness
of our feelings stays hidden,
tucked away deep inside us,
it can preserve a timid heart
that’s afraid of leaking out.
Aphids drain life from plants.
Dolphins swallow small fish.
Carnivores eat the herbivores.
Only man doesn’t really know
that he’s his own worst enemy.
When we get past life’s hype,
we’ll find the thrill is gone.
But we can’t let that one thin
thread of hope around our necks
choke off our potential happiness.
A return to childlike innocence
is all that we may really want —
the ability to recall the words,
places and feelings we relished,
like when we were first loved.
