Give & Take II
Life often takes from me what I wish it would give, and gives me what I wish it would take away.
if i could sell this storm i've been given,
and trade my tears for a smile
i would
trade my sorrow for hope
i would
if i could give back trauma
and take back security
i would
i wouldn't wait for tomorrow, to
take away all my years, for a morning of peace,
so long as that night be my last‐
i'd give away all the time i have left for a single second of peace before my last breath
if it would take away all that stands at the ends that never met
i wouldn't hesitate
to rid my being of all desire
if it would take regret's chains from my hands,
and despair's shackles from my feet-
if life would just leave me be,
and let me perish free‐
if i were given,
or if i could take,
that key,
i wouldn't hesitate
not for a moment,
i wouldn't wait
About the Creator
JM
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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