poem by dawna markova

i came across this poem today as i was putting a plethora of torn out magazine articles into their proper places. this is a favorite poem that i wanted to share and request we reflect upon:

i will not die an unlived life. i will not live 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 came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom, and that which came to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.