STILL ALIVE
STILL ALIVE
Life has shaken me to the core,
I have grown old through blows of reality.
My heart is too vast, it cannot fit,
I no longer fit inside my own body, I have let myself go,
you know, I don\'t care, I am not immortal,
my soul is longing to detach.
In this life,
in this suffering,
I put on a brave face, and I forget,
I step away from my own life and slip out.
I have stepped outside of my life,
I begin to weave poems,
and for a moment, I feel well.
I cease to be that sorrowful being, and I write words,
words so I won\'t feel so lonely without those who are gone,
I transform into anything at all to tell what I need to say,
I let the words take flight, and I let life stop drowning in sorrows.
What does it matter if it has no rhymes,
if I only need the current I carry inside to pour out?
They are just simple words to keep from fainting in this life,
in this life that shouldn’t matter to anyone, because I am free to dream.
In my poems, I dream of a song,
that might be a balm for living,
for a few moments...