Who knows, really?

I feel like I've jipped everyone (including myself) out of a few days worth of writing. So here I am again, with a few things I wrote then/thought about writing then.

A Pitiful Answer

"Tell me . . . why is life worth living when you feel like this?"

I do not
can not
know how you feel.
So maybe I am disqualified from answering that query.

Then again...
I am in a different emotional room then you
(emotional plane, if you prefer)
and maybe that makes is so I CAN answer you back.

The Love of your parents
-since before you were born.

The Love of your sister
-more then an obligation.

My love, and the love of
all your friends.

There are people
I have not even met
that love you,
relatives,
neighbors.

The love of random strangers
passed on Love,
{re}gifted Love,
hand-me-down love
from your Lover.
And His Love
is the Reason
for everything.

Most certainly for your life.

And as someone said at MAW,
or maybe it was in a hymn
(and keep in mind, this is the loosest of paraphrases)
this life is a gift from God
it is not yours to take.

And as you said before:
He has a plan for you.
You must not leave before it's through.
(It's gonna be soooo cool.)

But most of all
I won't let you.

And that
is that.

The Best Thing About PE

Is
after playing sharks and minnow
or football
and standing still
with my hand to my chest
and feeling
my heart
beat.

The Dance

I am only just learning to dance.
For so long I have clinged to my mother's skirts
and my father's arm.

I am just learning to dance solo
mixing ballet
and Jewish circle dancing
with whatever the heck that is.

And here I am:
feeling beautiful as I twirl.

But there is so much improvisation:
how in the world do people do this in pairs?

Yet I long for a partner
as all must.

But I am really don't think I can handle
a waltz
just yet.


....But I still want too.