Maybe, this is poetry

maybe, this is poerty.... maybe. I'm stretching, my writing hands.

What ties us to this life???

What ties us to living??

Is it primal?

The basic instinct,

for survival?

Is it so that the species will endure?

Is it primal?

Or is it something more??

What keeps us here, when depression is weighing us down?

Is it the feeling, that all the sadness,

that it will all eventually be worth it?

in the end?

And what about the end?

Do we await it,

like a child, on Christmas,

or do we cast every thought of it away with dread?

I guess, it depends on who you ask

and maybe,

even,

when.

And, what about the end?

Is there even,

an

end, at all?

It is said, that death,

comes as a Stranger,

but leaves as a Friend.

What keeps us moving forward, when everything is lost? When you are down to your last dollar? When you are down to your last shred of hope? Maybe, your house burned down? Maybe, you just got kicked out of your home? Hope is what keeps us going.

It's a simple answer, but it's true.

Hope can be found as a basic principle in the Bible.

What keeps us moving, when everything is lost?

For many, it is Faith. Faith, in oneself. Faith, in others.

Faith, in a Higher Power,

but ultimately it is, Faith.

I may not be the most qualified, to discuss Faith, but I know it's true.

Hope and Faith, are twins.

They sit together, in the womb.

They hold hands, 

feeding each other's belief.

Belief, is their mother,

and though, she may be naive,

She is strong.

Beauty, is found in Hope and Belief,

but Faith, is the most beautiful child, of all.

Restoration, is found in all three.

Author's Note

I've passed through a wormhole. It's Feb. 1st, here.

Second part, written on May 7th.

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

. . . . Happy birthday!🎂!

[Light and ashes]

It was the 4th, but thank you so much, anyway!

[Desert Knave]

Very deep thoughts here. All I know about The End is I will probably try to arrive fashionably late. ~Jim

[redd Brick Keshner]

Yes it is poetry that resonates deeply with the universal human experience, exploring the delicate balance between survival and the search for something greater. It's a poignant reflection on the complexities of life and death. 🙏🏻🕊

[John the Baptist]

A lot of interesting questions in this one. It asks not so much why we are here as why do we persist. Perhaps it is indeed because we believe that somehow it will be all right in the end. But that lead to speculation about the Big End, the eternal sleep. No final conclusion is offered, but I liked the upbeat tone of the last verse. Well done.

[Light and ashes]

thank you. i appreciate your review.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Does poetry do the same thing?
I wonder.
And yes, this is poetry.
Poets often bring up being "like a child at Christmas."
I am getting so old, I hardly remember what that was like.

j.

[Light and ashes]

I was never a normal child, at Christmas.
It just works so well.

Thank you, jacob erin.