We die a million deaths each day.
The death of all those other ways
we could have taken.
The death of dreams each moment we
discard the possibility
we could have made them.
If we stopped breathing every time
another aspect of us died,
there'd be no breathing.
All we can do to justify
this situation, make it right,
is be a phoenix.
Thank you for your comment Moon.girl, I am happy to hear what the poem means for you. It isn't quite what I intended the poem to mean, but that is always a fascinating occurrence and one of the special pleasures of poetry. Sometimes I myself find new or extra meanings in my own poetry too.
<Deleted User> (29585)
Fri 1st Jan 2021 04:13
Death as a coward, hypocrite, faithless and death of hopeless.
Aviva this is a marvelous portrayal of a living dead person.
"May we die once and not every day"
Thought provoking piece.?
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Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Fri 1st Jan 2021 19:47
Thanks also to everyone who clicked 'Like' for this poem. ?