Your Poetry Dot Com - Only The Dead Can Feel Alive

How easy it is to walk over embers wearing steel boots.

And you've had boots on all the way

How hard it is to see the value of light,
when we know the sun will rise again tomorrow

How hard it is to see the value of dark,
when we know the sun will set later today

But the day you take off your boots and your bare feet burn
and the sun won't rise and the dark engulfs the earth
and the sun won't set and the light is blinding
and the crops don't grow
and the stars are banished forever from our skies

only then can we feel heat
penetrating our new-found fragility

for we are frail,
without that which we
falsely,
mistake as eternal

Only dead can we tell we were alive

Only thirsty can we enjoy water

only burnt at a thousand degrees can we enjoy the cool of summer
only frozen under layers of ice can we enjoy the heat of winter

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