Life

Life is a candle,
Continuing to burn.
It is a book.
A book that is filled with individual stories.
A book whose stories
Are starting and ending.
Always being added to,
Always changing
An endless circle.

Life has a wish.
Just one it wants.
A seemingly simple wish.
To be read.
From cover to cover
To have each page see the light of day.
Each page feel movement.
Each page feeling fulfilled.

But Life's wish cannot be granted.
Life is too complex to waste time
Reading every little story.
Only the seldom few are lucky enough to be read.
And luckier still are the pages that feel movement
Not once.
But over and over.

Is it right?
Is it moral to decide that just because people are poor
or girls,
that their stories are not important to read?
Is it human to decide such a thing?
Or is that God's job?
Do we believe that we are our own God?
Maybe we should just stop.
Stop and listen.
Life is trying to tell us something;
That much I know.

But just because I know it doesn't mean you shouldn't either.
You need to hear Life's message too.
Who knows.
You might be surprised by what you can learn if you just...
Listen.

-Zoe