To Be or Not To Be

Should this blog be?

More
There must be more
As I push and strive and sweat and try
I know there must be more
A life somewhere, as I bleed
A freedom I never knew, yet know
Somewhere: my soul
It pushes in me once again, and strives
Excelling, fleeing, returning
On a Shakespeare's Sea of Troubles
Doubles of the pain and sand
The salt of gritty tears in hand
That I must take the day I die
And fly - inflamed by passion's sparks -
To home, to rest, and yet I
Push again
The sweetness of the frantic breath
I breathe within my lungs again:
A sorrow to my lineage,
A hope I never knew, yet know
Somewhere: my soul

Or not be?