On Being Human

What is the hardest part of life?
My answer is being human.
It’s not easy being human,
Difficult in an ironic way.
Arduously simple,
Painfully satisfying.
Gravely bitter,
Undeniably sweet.

 

Its struggles are sharply bladed,
Carving me beautifully.
Always finding myself lost
In a prairie of sunlight
And bathed with stardust.
Fairy tale I thought,
Only to find a tragic story in the end,
Tricked, shamed, dead
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