I Live Poem by Julia Luber

I can only fall back on a picture-in the beginning and the end: to explain
what it is that has happened, and to feel like I have not done so in vein.

Captured is an energy that words might someday tell. But for now-
the extreme of every detail and all the iotic facts have only created aHell

A Hell of incidences and coincidences of which everything could have been perfect indeed.
If only somebody had taken the risk to connect and cultivate understanding's creed.

There was meant to be resolution! Solution! - Kill off of obtution.
But I needed some help, yet they left me with a frustrated yelp.

And it was their job, not mine. And that they did not do the right thing in such respects
when I gave them such a strong and perfect chance to do so, bothers me all of the time.

And so my greatest accomplishments ended up my most excruciating frustrations.
Making my life one of traumatic and terrible sensations. So I do not forgive. I live.