And I Am Alive

How to deal with sadness and acceptance.

There is no beginning.

There is no end.

There is a middle,

but it's poorly attractive to read.

I don't know how it began.

But rather why I'm in this mess.

Doesn't make sense.

Oxymoron of course.

Tears of fake joy when I won a round.

Of fake bickers comes fake victory,

but do I  feel I'm winning.

The rounds are all the same.

There is no beginning,

no end,

only a middle.

But I know so this.

In all my problems I was alive through and through to wintess my lowest low, my painful scars, but my highest gain.

The End

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