We have to feel the void
In order… to search for the meaning of.
We have to find its real purpose
To the why… we may feel so unloved.
We have to suffer the pain of loss
To feel what the healing… brings towards the end.
We have to fight the enemy… once
In order… to maybe make a friend.
We have to die of self….
In order that we might live.
We have to abandon some of life’s expectations
In order to seek what another way…forbids.
Because, ”We have to.”
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem