A Poem by Dawna Markova
I will not die and unlived life.
I will not live in fear
Of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
To allow my living to pen me,
To make me less afraid,
More accessible,
To loosen my heart
Until it becomes a wing,
A torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
To live so that which comes to me as seed
Goes to the next as blossom
And that which comes to me as blossom,
Goes on as fruit.
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