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Poetry

For now, I matter.

Permanent:
Forever always remain,
stuck.
One choice really,
makes
them
all.

But, what, is permanent?
Life? No.
Death? Not even that.
What dies today becomes the breath;
the physical and spiritual sustenance of tomorrow.

Icebergs melt. Fires destroy forests.
The tallest buildings crumble.
The mightiest of empires collapse.
Hearts break and heal.
Babies grow up. Seeds become trees.

Nothing is forever,
what I do can only matter so much.
Yet I mean something.
So I choose.
Not for forever,
for now.

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About Samantha Curley

Hi! My name is Samantha Curley. I live in Pasadena, California where I run a non-profit organization called Level Ground (onlevelground.org). I like to ponder, ask questions, and share stories about life, art, and faith.

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