This Is Life

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lt; this is my mind so big, <i>too big,</i> for my heart.</p><p id="2d43">Was I weak? <i>What does it matter now?</i></p><p id="73a8">So I never dared to live? For a while there, I did, but life became scary and I chose to back away and cry.</p><p id="a538">Did I behave like a child? Did I never learn to love? So many questions, and the answers seem to never come.</p><p id="3955">I stand now with my life in my hands; no particular shape and rough surfaces all around; somehow heavy while being light, somehow empty while carrying too much.</p><p id="c5ff">If this is life, I was never able to crack it; if it’s not, then I never knew where to find it.</p><p id="397a">And now when there are no words that can convey the weight of my soul, when I can do nothing but howl at the moon, it is now that I wish I had known that I had <i>life </i>in my hands b

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efore I let it go.</p><p id="0194">You can watch me perform this poem on my <a href="https://youtu.be/w-ZmjpVhbNU">YouTube channel</a> or on the video below:</p> <figure id="6286"> <div> <div> <img class="ratio" src="http://placehold.it/16x9"> <iframe class="" src="https://cdn.embedly.com/widgets/media.html?src=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fembed%2Fw-ZmjpVhbNU%3Ffeature%3Doembed&display_name=YouTube&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dw-ZmjpVhbNU&image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2Fw-ZmjpVhbNU%2Fhqdefault.jpg&key=a19fcc184b9711e1b4764040d3dc5c07&type=text%2Fhtml&schema=youtube" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" width="854"> </div> </div> </figure></iframe></div></div></figure></article></body>

A poem

These are all of the decisions I ever made; they dance with my regrets, my joys and my fears.

Over there is the house I left because it was never a home.

On the other side the undying fire of the love that awakened me to my core.

This is the life I tried to built; this is my mind so big, too big, for my heart.

Was I weak? What does it matter now?

So I never dared to live? For a while there, I did, but life became scary and I chose to back away and cry.

Did I behave like a child? Did I never learn to love? So many questions, and the answers seem to never come.

I stand now with my life in my hands; no particular shape and rough surfaces all around; somehow heavy while being light, somehow empty while carrying too much.

If this is life, I was never able to crack it; if it’s not, then I never knew where to find it.

And now when there are no words that can convey the weight of my soul, when I can do nothing but howl at the moon, it is now that I wish I had known that I had life in my hands before I let it go.

You can watch me perform this poem on my YouTube channel or on the video below: