Life by Martin Wiliams

"I'll be there

up where the corners meet

where he heads of giants

seem to crack the painted sky.

I'll reach

and what I grasp

won't fumble or spill or break

and nothing will be any longer

too big for my hands.

I will float across the earth

in great soft step

and no one will ever make me go

where I do not choose.

The weight was more

bearable than I thought;

I thought by now

I'd be crushed

by every new grief

dragging my soul behind

like a baby's blanket;

I thought by now

I'd be in pieces

in piles of broken

ifs and shoulda-beens." 


I chose this poem because I feel as though life is what we make it, and what we make it only. Do it big.