Wither

What a blessing it is to wither

away. How lucky are we to see

another day? I am grateful

that I get to breathe another

breath. It’s impossible to know

how many are left. That’s a gift.

Life is short; nothing is promised.

The time in between birth

and death is nothing but bliss.

What a privilege it is to grow

older. How lucky are we?

If you’re reading this, take

a deep breath and exhale.

You are alive. You are here.

You are loved. You are

exactly where you need to

be. Live the life you choose.

There’s no time to lose.