Dying to born again - Poem + Roses of my beckyard.

Dying to born again.
Every pain, a death.
Each death, a silence.
In each silence, a new birth.

Dying to born again,
as it always was, within your love.
sometimes I die too soon,
sometimes too late.
But the longer it takes,
the greater the death,
will be harder to be born and
easier will be wanting to give up,
and stay dead.

Living to die again
With every breath, a kiss of life,
Each smile, a tear of happiness,
Living to be born again, but this time,
it won't be because of you.