Experience
I have walked the tightrope of grief
Shifting precariously between
Life and death
Contemplated which would
Bring fastest relief
Mark pain’s ending,
Or but it’s beginning
And yet often I am told
By those older
But not always wiser
I am too young
I have not lived long enough,
Hard enough,
Fast enough,
I cannot know what I want
They do not know
Where my mind has been
But I looked into the faces
Of death and unending solitude
And chose between them
Is that not experience enough?
