It matters

It matters if you cried blood, it matters that you cried tears, Each drop a testament to the soul's deepest fears. Your pain etched upon the tapestry of time, A symphony of heartache sung in harmonic rhyme. It matters if you loved too much, it matters that you loved dear, For love, though fragile, conquers all that we fear. In its embrace, the universe finds its grace, A celestial dance woven through time and space. It matters that you still lived, it matters that you lived despite the fear, Your resilience, a flame that courageously adheres. In every breath, a testament to life's grand show, Defying the shadows that constantly grow. It matters, though the clock ticks tirelessly, Every second, a fragment of existence we seize. For in the symphony of moments, life's truths unfold, Awakening the spirit, its story yet untold. You may never know how near the end may be, But cherish each heartbeat, for it sets you free. Embrace the beauty that each moment unfurls, And create a legacy that forever twirls. ~Aksh