What is life

If it is not the quiet place

That wants to keep staring at leaves that move in the wind

And listening to the water make waves

What is it even

If not the desire to allow

The most natural thing which is growth

While also wanting to clutch hard

At how things are

What is it

If not the moment of being held and wanted

And the warmth of your bare skin on mine

When we are half asleep

And the blurring of the rest of the world to background

In that moment

What is life

If not, wanting love and acceptance

At all costs

And then losing and finding oneself

And learning to be truer, braver each day

What is life

If not this beautiful, eternal, messy balancing act

Of letting go

Of holding on