Alive
What inspires me?
The question is answered so easliy.
Its the mother who gets out of bed
Who lifts her head
Its the boy with scars on his arm
Who finally asks for help
Its the girl who goes to school
Knowing she will be alone
The one who thinks there is no more left to give
But keeps on living
It is easy to give up
To let defeat overcome you
like the smell of burn popcorn
It is easy to let fear, sadness, shame
Creep in like cat ready to pounce
It is hard to live
To wake up
To be
That is why it inspires me
Living
Breating
Alive
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.