Always

Sometimes,
Life is like a garden,
Full of pleasant smells
And sights-
With a breeze of gentleness,
To hold you,
In the fabric of time-
Stitched together-
Throughout
The universe.

Other times,
Life is like a tightrope,
Which spans across
A canyon-
From which-
Volcanic fires rage.
It too,
Binds you-
Into the fabric
Of time and space.

To survive-
To stay alive
And truly live,
You have to,
Get through-
The enticing garden
And the terrifying,
Tightrope,
Whether you like it,
Or not-
Always.

J.Bibi