Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
My life is incomplete. Though I may walk
Through valleys of delight, may shelter in
The warmth of love; though I may know
The wind of freedom in my face
And glory in the sun, the stars; may feel
The gentle rain from heaven; though I may have
All that I desire upon the earth, yet is my life
But why? you ask, with such a healthy set
How can it be complete? I ain’t dead, yet.