No One Makes It Out Alive

It is an adventure;

For some a steep climb, for others, a shallow dive.

Would it be any different if it had its powers to be?

Or fate always had it as a part of its ways?

It is a story;

And one with always an unscripted plot

With lots of questions often left unanswered

and dreams only left to bleed dry.

And while we all want it perfect

It never is without the bruises or scars.

It is a maze;

An uncharted thicket with ever-changing paths.

Some render everything to go in -

some with care and scheduled precision.

Yet no one comes out unscathed -

No one makes it out alive.

It is a paradox;

We die so many times in it

Yet always find the strength and foolhardiness

to pursue yet another death.

But it remains still so real and beautiful -

Nothing in this cosmos ever blends

hurts and happiness more perfectly.

It is a journey;

For one, or two or many others;

wrapped up in a complex Golden Spiral.

We work our way out only by

traversing lots of hearts

and lots of hurts

It is a contest;

A grueling one between logic and desire.

Ever loved someone to let go?

Or made a win to regret?

Ever made a dead-end pursuit with all your heart?

Or darned consequences to surf in an ocean you

were certain in it you'd drown?

It is a flame;

In it some get burnt, others refined.

Some get charred, some to ashes,

and some leave glowing.

Yet one thing remains for sure;

No one comes out unscathed -

No one makes it out alive.

It is nothing;

Yet it is everything.

It is all we know to forgo to live untroubled;

yet it is all we pursue to live purposeful.

In an event it becomes our poison -

in irony of the same, it is often the remedy.

It is a place.

Often we are left unsure where; while our hearts

desperately search on.

But if the world was ending,

where would we go?

Where's the one place and soul we're certain

we'd want to be without regrets?

Maybe, that is the place - and that is where we should stay.

It is love!

It will challenge all that we are.

It will turn us over.

We will not make it out with our old self.

No one makes it out alive.

~Chibele