Because life is too short

If there comes a time              when your shoulders get too weary    or your eyes lose that

spark               if there comes a time              when it feels like you can’t      muster enough           

            energy to even put on a          small   smile

If there comes a time              when you look forward to sleeping more than being awake

            Or those once blue skies         seem to be perpetually grey and empty        

And your hands           are always cold           even with gloves on    and it seems no amount

of warm honey tea       will warm         that lump of sadness lodged inside your chest

If it ever comes to this                         I hope              you                  remember

            How short life is          how beautiful              it can be         

What it felt like            to be    free                  what it felt like to         run through a meadow          

           as a seven year old     with not a single deadline in sight

Nowhere to go                        no-one to                    be (or pretend to be)

            So if it ever comes to this                    and I suspect it often happens

In this ‘adulting’ phase                          whether it is a crappy job with colleagues     who just

don’t seem to notice                any good about you     or maybe it’s a friendship that’s run its

course              perhaps it’s a parent who is a tad bit confrontational and demands too much            

            too often                     or most likely it could be a person you loved so closely       so

intensely         and yet your soul        felt squashed  because

You knew        in the depths of your gut        that      your heart        was not being held

            The way you wanted it to be held                  whatever it is that makes your

shoulders heavier                   whoever it is                whenever it happens to be

Let it go           let it     go                    LET                  IT                   GO

because          we do not have long   — because       life could be beautiful if only, we let it

If I can write at least one poem – or even just one sentence – that makes someone's heart lighter – or just warms their day (like green tea on a windy day or bright sunlight on a freezing afternoon) – if I can do that – then I will feel like I have written something 'good' - because there have been many a cold time when a poem has saved my day :) Social handle is: @nimsilva27 (Instagram)