Existence

Oh, life, what is your plan for me?
Over the horizon is shadowy, dark
I cannot see that which you convey
through the torrential rain and strong 
winds, thus, I hold fast to hope in the 
sunshine when it smiles down on me
I close my eyes soaking in its warmth
but I will not throw stones when its
embrace loosens and I fall to the floor
Then I am broken, you know that, yet
even trying to stand on tiny shards of
pieces of me, I won’t stumble again
For you are a gift, indeed, though
you are not made only of daffodils
and daisies in a soft, plush meadow
nor do you each day delight in music
that makes our bodies move
Oh, life, you are a mystery beyond
any human’s ability to perceive

Lauren Scott © 2014