We go about our lives
Each and every day
not knowing what the next will bring
what will stay or fade away
Our every smile, our every tear
A prelude of the things we fear
We are born. And we die.
What lies between is what we call life
where dawn and dusk remain the only things
that stand between each passing day
and divides them into momentary discomforts and joys
Some say it isn't worth it
That the pain is just too much for them
But I would rather have
Just one breath of air
Just one kiss of rain upon my face
Just one touch of wind through my hair
Than to have felt nothing at all
Just one.

published in the July 2010 issue of Bread'N'Molasses.