Well, I'll be. I was looking through my documents for something in particular and happened across this Haiku Poem with eleven verses. Now, how could I forget I wrote that, I wondered. Here it is.
Potential
Were I a flower,
I could live for a reason,
to make someone smile.
Were I a flower,
I could die for a reason,
to spread seeds afar.
If I were the wind,
I could sail across the sea
and learn who I am.
If I were a star,
I could shine for the lonely,
to brighten their life.
And, if I were a
breath of balmy air, I could
save myself from death.
If I were a breath
of air I could find some hope;
instead, I'm breathless.
If my heart held a
song, I could sing; instead I
hear a dirge of grief.
If my heart was loved,
then I would know happiness,
a reason to live.
Life doesn't always
fulfill our dreams; they can be
beyond potential.
Friday, September 17, 2010
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