The Journey Of Life

The Journey Of Life prose poem

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The journey if it begins

Is a long one.

Spanning into days and years.

Would you be able to bear

With me for so long?

Would you be able to wake up

To the steady degradation of me?

Every day, night after night.

Would you still be able to love me?

When my smile would mean nothing

But a mark of silence on my lips.

When there would appear

Thick lines on my forehead.

Scars so permanent which

Life would have given me.

I would commit things which

Cannot be forgotten or forgiven.

When perhaps I wouldn’t be able

To remember the first word

Of love that you uttered.

Would you be still able to

Understand me in my silence?

Would you still feel for me

The way you feel for me now?

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