To live or to die,
We face this question every day,

To those who fear this concern,
I think of you but a flower,
                 Trapped inside a bud of ignorance,
That sways within poison winds dirtied by society’s twisted whispers.

Yet for those who embrace this beautiful challenge we call life,
I look upon you
             Awestricken and inspired,
Motivated from the sheer fact to be in the presence of something so dear,
And sadly few and far between,

A flower in full bloom,
A soul basking in the rapturous experience everything,
But at the same time the blissfulness nothing.

A flower that does not bloom will wither and die,
And yet the only reason of its death,
Was that it was too afraid to live,
Don’t dear the question of life.

Use it to help you bloom.