In The Perspective Poem by Lora Seger

As I sigh,
As I cry,
I die.

That's what it is,
That's how it is,
Yet I question why?

Why can't I be who I want?
Why do I censor myself so?
Am I afraid?

To stretch my wings and fly,
To see what happens in life,
To experience pain and death and cry.

Why can't I cry when I want?
Instead of holding it all inside
Why not let the tears flow out and cry?

Yet as I sigh,
And as I cry,
My question remains.

My soul remains,
My heart remains,
And my whole remains.

My question remains,
Throughout time,
My question is, The Eternal 'Why? '