Deep, a poem

DEEP

The depth of being held and discarded
The depth of being left alone and surrounded
The dept of being loved and hated

The depth of being forgotten and remembered
The depth of being alive and dead
The depth of being dead and immortal
The depth of being mused and amused

The depth of being silent amongst noise

The depth of being one with home
The depth of being alone and away
The depth of being the same and changed
The depth of being what makes us decay

free fall deep…
because the depth of the fall
is the strongest of them all
but this birth and existence we yearly celebrate
& our inert wishes whisper & embrace

for a while
in a while

until into the wind away they fly
our hopes
our goals
our own
our ghosts…

at last

& it is just one feeling we cannot change
hence, we can’t help but age
& thrive
& smile
& celebrate
until life ebbs away
at the tail end of the tunnel
where we’ve dug deep
our feet on time’s sandy shore.