Why try
When it would be
So much easier
To walk out
Into the desert
And lay down
In the sun
To die
Body left to dry
No more pain
No more eyes
Averted in disgust
No more walking death
Nothing left but
A rag wrapped wreck
Why try
Why take
One more breath
One more step
What if
It doesn't work
Try to give up
And die
But God won't
Allow you to
Bow out
And die in the sun
Lie in the dirt
What if
It doesn't work
Like it didn't work
Last time
Why try
Because there is beauty
In life
Magic in each and every breath
Some day maybe
He'll let me rest
But for today
I choose life
Zig©'20'
There were times when the pain was so great that I would scream at God to allow me to die, that I would accuse Christ of having it easy because he only had to suffer for three days before he got to die...I no longer feel envy for the shortness of his plight, no longer scream at God in anger frustration rage and pain. Having been delivered from that walking death, no longer a starving rag wrapped wreck, I have nothing but compassion for Christ's suffering, and gratitude for each and every breath. Thank you God for another day, thank you God for not allowing me to die that way!
