Life Is Gift Poem by Midifo Yearns

Should fingers loosen and I be gone
Mere splash on earth, all lost
In futile effort to please, be done.
With all the cries and deadly cost
Of melting like a candle in the sun
That messed, will have no light to share
Nor hear the words, ‘race well run’
But stand dethroned, defiled and bare
Before the truth, that inner stream
Sourced at place, way down deep
Touching into strong and ancient dream
Where life awake, will never sleep.
There at last, with dignity retrieved
to celebrate the gift of life received.