Dawna Markova Poem

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not go 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,
More accessible,
To loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.

I choose to risk my significance.
To live.
So that which comes to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom
Goes on as fruit.

I love this poem, I dont know what its called, but I really enjoy it, so here you go everyone.

I guess I gave the wrong finger to the wrong man...