What He Has Given
Life.
Life is what makes us human, isn’t it?
Life is what makes us something.
Life isn’t simply just life,
it is living.
It is dying, too.
Life is what makes all of us
something and everything
at the same time.
When you think about it,
life is everything.
Life is the air we breathe.
The water that flows.
The trees that we see.
The animals we see frolic along.
Life is what he has given to us,
truly a gift.
Life has given so much.
Life gives us our courage.
Our courage, to move through life
and move past what has previously burdened us.
Life gives us our strength.
Our strength, to lift the sorrows
of ourselves and others we hold close, or not.
To see, to witness
the life that is given to others.
Life gives us our soul.
Our soul is what shapes us,
defines us as a person and as a whole.
It is the soul that guides us through our life,
shifting with us,
changing forms to fit our needs.
What he has given is life.
The gift to see, smell, hear, feel, taste.
But to also know, to wonder, to hold,
to want and need.
But that isn’t all that life is.
Life is also what he takes from us.
Life,
is the life, the soul you see in her eyes,
as she smiles up at you,
lips quivering
and breath shaking.
Life,
is the fallen,
lost on the ground,
red painted underneath it,
tire tracks etched across it’s skin
and dead eyes that stare above you.
Life,
is the happiness you once felt.
The laughter you once heard,
the sights you once saw,
the voice you once craved for.
But now,
even in the cold dark room you sit in,
alone.
That life never left you,
it just took a different form.
Like life always had done.
Life isn’t simply what he gives and takes,
but also what you see,
and embark on.
Life is the fireworks in the sky,
painting color like a paintbrush
across a canvas,
wild and grand.
Life is the connection we share,
the hands we hold,
the words we speak.
Life is the relationship we used to have,
and even so the one we still crave for.
Life is the glitter you saw in her eyes
as her smile spread across her face,
the joy in her grin.
Bright and beautiful.
Life,
is the pain you felt,
watching him leave,
suitcase in hand,
cap on his head
and badges on his breast.
Life,
is the sadness you felt,
sending the final message
that ended it all,
the friendship you once had,
that is now gone,
gone through the words and letters you wrote,
with one purpose in mind.
Life,
is the anger you felt,
towards someone you once knew,
someone you once trusted.
Life,
is the guilt you felt,
leaving it all behind,
watching the image grow smaller
in my back of your car window
as the gas pedal went a little lower,
sped a little faster.
Life is what he has so greatly given to us,
and what he can just as easily take away.
Our actions don’t define our life,
they simply take up a part of it,
a part that makes us ourselves.
So take charge of the life you were given
and live it to the max.
Forgive what has been said,
what has been broken
and move on.
Smile at the memories you hold,
keep them close to you.
Remember the moments you had
before she left,
not the ones you still want to make.
Try to reconnect,
to talk again,
apologize and forgive,
you never know
if they might miss you back.
Life is everything,
and everyone.
Life
is what he has given.
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