Poetry as rallying call: I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days …
I recently built a new bookshelf for our loft library, and began moving some non-work related books out of my office to sit on the new shelf. The process gave me the opportunity to reacquaint myself with a lot of my books, and one (of many) that I was delighted to rediscover was Dawna Markova’s I Will Not Die an Unlived Life. Flipping through, I came upon Markova’s poem of the same name. Seemed a good one to share with my peeps: a manifesto; a rallying cry.
I will not die an unlived life
I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.