Monday, August 25, 2014

Clapping Alone

You're alive, brace yourself
The horrifying fact of life is that
Ever breathing, ever marching
On in proof that moving is worth it
You have to trust in a beyond
Because tomorrow you could die
And if you don't someone else will
Brace yourself
For the pain of beauty
And the comfort of monotony
And being born, perhaps for great
Perhaps for nothing at all
But you are living now and now is all
So revel in it
You're alive
Act like you don't notice the holes
Like you are filled with spaces
You're alive, brace yourself

1 comment:

  1. Wow, powerful piece. I've missed your poems :-)


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