It Hurts

It hurts me to know that someday 

I may not be here to feel the 

Wind through my hair and the 

Rain on my skin.

That one day I may not again get to experience

Your soft kiss on my forehead as I

Cry myself to sleep in an endless

Lake full of tears.

I may never again get to see the first 

Snow fall of the season as the flakes sit

Lightly on the evergreens outside my 

Window.

Sun rays may never again 

Grace my skin as I run

Playfully through a meadow of green,

Flowing grass.

Water may never again embrace me in its

Heavy weightlessness as I strive to

Keep my head above despite wanting

To sink.

It hurts, to know that someday 

You will be gone;

Either mentally detached or

Physically.

It hurts, so why do I go on?

What part of me is fighting so hard to win 

This never-ending battle of serenity and hope

Versus failure and darkness?

Some days, I wish it would stop.

I wish I would quit fighting so that the 

Pain could finally be 

Over with.

But instead, I keep going. 

If for no other reason than the fact that

I must survive, deep down in my 

Core.

So as much as it hurts, 

I must carry on;

To feel the Earth as it caresses me 

In its soft embrace.

While I prickle against it;

A ceaseless cactus in a blanket made of 

Clouds.