To exist
is to carry weight
without knowing
why it was given.

To not exist
is to drop the burden,
but also the breath,
the light through leaves,
the voice calling your name
without reason.

To be
is not peace,
but possibility.
It is doubt,
pain,
hunger,
and still,
the soft persistence
of hope.

The question
has no answer,
only the asking,
and the choosing
again.