What would?

What Would?

What would become of me if not for the air I breathe? Would I wake no more? Would my voice be ever silenced? Never to be heard again. Never to feel the rise and fall of my chest as my lungs fill with the breath of life. To inhale no more the sweet smells of nature around me. What would be my final breath in this world?

What would become of me if not for the water that sustains me? Would I fall weak with thirst? Begging for relief. Feeling my skin dry and my mind wain. Waiting to know the cool taste of that life-sustaining essence on my tongue. What would be my savior in this darkest hour of need?

What would become of me if not for the fire in my soul? Would I disappear? Just a body without a being. Drifting through the world without purpose. Watching as life goes ever on without me. Stuck in the void, seen and not seen. What would extinguish this flame for good?

What would become of me if not for the earth beneath me? Would I stand no more? No path to follow. No support to hold me steady. Unable to traverse the world around me. Stagnant in life, moving no more. What would be the point of living?