The Lesson- Maya Angelou


The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

I love, Love, LOVE this poem! Ive been in situations a few times where I felt like I was tired. Tired of there always being SOMETHING to figure out or always something going wrong… Regardless of what I felt in that moment I decided to get through the dying stage even if I have to face it again so that I can LIVE. Its so worth it to hold on… Keep pushing…

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