If struggles are frightening
What does that make life?
Is life not full of struggles?
Then how is life,
Not always frightening?
There has so be something
Other than struggles
That keep us
From living in fear
If struggles are scary
Then life is a horror story
Struggles around every bend
Is this proof..
That joys really do exist?
Despite our sorrowful poems?
Despite out lovesick hearts?
Despite our crave for more?
Then again,
One might twist that
One could say,
That if joys are stars
Within the night
Then life is a galaxy
Full of stars and Suns
With orbiting bases
All around them
Surrounding them
With protection
What is life to you?
Will you decide
To watch
That horror story inside
In the dark
Or will you be adventurous
And look beyond a screen
Playing out our fears
And simply gaze
At all the joys in the darkness