The Price Of Being Human Poem by Maggy Njenga

The peace of mind that
evades me so skillfully
the turmoil of soul that
haunts me so relentlessly
it's the price of being human

the desire to control that's
so unrealistically unachievable,
the ever present urge to subdue
and an equally stronger one to submit
the fierce conflict
that is deep within
in spectrums of though
so humanly unreachable
this price of being human
that daily becomes dearer

And yet
despite the vigorous struggle
minute minutes of authentic
happiness
an infinitesimal glimmer
at the price of being human