A poem about death, and why persist when we are creatures who simply are unable to accept that death is all there is…
A poem about life, and how to find it, how to secure it and most important how to keep it by giving it away…

There’s deep green truth
in the spectral grey heart
of this ghastly pale notion
haunting our desperate minds:
our own truest blue heart
is most deeply discovered
in desperate ragged edges,
jagged, sharp, contrasted,
in tight precipice moments
(both high, and oh so low)…

Source: I Think It’s Memory (For JP) | Charissa’s Grace Notes