I’m Alive (A Lost Poem 2)

And I stepped out from the tunnel, a beam of light blurred my sight. I was happy I had left the darkness and emptiness of the past ready to strive and face the future head-on.

So yes, I’m alive

Am I scared of my past for fears it would hold me back?

Do I think the world is fair even to the wicked?

Do I see ghosts wherever i see misfortune?

Can I be brave enough to live one day at a time?

Do I get ahead of myself?

Is there any purpose in making peace when the end line will be war?

Relative questions I often ask myself whenever I’m discussing with the inner most me. Always being in conflict isn’t a great feat but i swear to you it has been my guide for the past decade and more.

So yes, I’m Alive

Sounds of trumpets and chants when i finally lay my hands down from the sun beaming on my face. I'm welcomed like the prodigal son in the biblical stories. You need to lose one to miss one but promise you the type of love they have for me is not lost and found.

I've been through a dark path where i faces my fears and they molded me into a man. A man with virtue and honor. So, as i take my first breath into this new world like a newborn baby I know

I’m Alive

I’ve lived a potential full life where I loved lost and found love again. I never taught i will move on but still i did. And as a strong person as I am, I am proud to say I am Alive

I am Alive

I am Alive