Life

Yet, but, or—these words I hold,
A handful of choices, fragile, cold.
Through tangled threads of hope and fear,
I seek the life that hides so near.

Darkness wraps the world around,
No light, no path, no certain ground.
Still in the storm, I guard my flame,
A spark of faith that whispers my name.

Adrift at sea, a sailor lone,
With broken oars, with dreams unknown.
The whirlwinds roar, the tempests cry,
Yet still I search, I do not die.

For life is not a road or shore—
It’s the search, the will, the more.
Amid the chaos, fierce and wild,
I seek my life—unlost, undefiled.