"Would it Truly be Living" Poem by AB ~

I want to relax,

To let go of it all,

Throw out my troubles,

Like one throws a ball,

Wrap fear all up,

In an old burlap sack,

Burn it to dust,

So it never comes back,

Take all my pain,

To a hole in the ground,

Drop it so deep,

It"ll never be found,

Walk to the lake,

And in depths, unknown,

Watch sadness sink,

Like a smooth skipping stone,

Open my windows,

And let doubts fly high,

Like a dove, on the wing,

Up into the sky,

Box burdens up,

And mail them away,

To somewhere far off,

Forever to stay,

But what would bring joy,

Without struggles in life,

Would it truly be living,

Without pain, fear, and strife ?