Life as a Poem

My life as a poem – a reflection on the beauty and complexity of my existence

I can’t help but think of my life as a poetry as I sit down to ponder on it. A lovely and intricate poetry with twists and turns that molded who I am now. It is a poetry that describes love, grief, joy, and suffering. A narrative that is unique to me, yet one that many others can relate to.

My life’s first verse began with the arrival of a fresh soul into this earth. A little, frail being preparing to set forth on a quest of discovery. My childhood was filled with wonder and astonishment. Every day was a challenge, and every event taught me something new.

The struggles and tragedies of adolescence defined the second stanza of my existence. I was struggling to find my position in the world at this period of turmoil and instability. Despite my difficulties, there were times of sheer delight and happiness that kept me going.

My life’s third verse was a period of growth and self-discovery. I began to realize who I was and what I wanted out of life. I began to explore my interests and dream big. It was a period of enormous optimism and anticipation for the future.

Nevertheless, like with all poems, there are dark and painful periods. My life’s fourth verse was defined by loss and suffering. I felt the agony of losing loved ones, the agony of betrayal, and the agony of failing. But even in the middle of this sadness, I discovered strength and resilience that I had not realized I possessed.

And as I reach the final stanza of my life, I am filled with calm and satisfaction. I’ve learned to appreciate the small things in life and to find beauty in the mundane. I’ve learned to appreciate the people in my life and to be thankful for what I have.

My existence as a poem is neither flawless nor complete. There are many more stanzas to write, and many more things to learn. Yet I’m thankful for the trip thus far, as well as the beautiful poem that is my life.