Life, or Me

As I breathe life
Into that which deserves life
I discover, upon breathing, that I am life
And yet, that which, deserving though it may be, receives life
Receives nothing, but life
Being what it is, requires a vessel without life
So while looking for that into which I will breathe life
I started with those things without life
And as I began breathing, realized that perhaps it did not deserve life
And so withheld said life
Still, nothing stopped me, except myself so I decided instead that perhaps life
Was not a decision to be made by anyone, except he who grants life
That is to say, me.