The Story of My Life

I was ready to tell
the story of my life
but the ripple of tears
and the agony of my heart
wouldn’t let me

I began to stutter
saying a word here and there
and all along i felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered

In this stormy sea
we call life
all the big ships
come apart
board by board

how can I survive
riding a lonely
little boat
with no oars
and no arms

my boat did finally break
by the waves
and I broke free
as I tied myself
to a single board

though the panic is gone
I am now offended
why should I be so helpless
rising with one wave
and falling with the next

I don’t know
if I am
nonexistence
while I exist
but I know for sure
when I am
I am not
but
when I am not
then I am

now how can I be
a skeptic
about the
resurrection and
coming to life again

since in this world
I have many times
like my own imagination
died and
been born again

that is why
after a long agonizing life
as a hunter
I finally let go and got
hunted down and became free

Rumi

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