Every day can taste so bitter.
Every breath can be so painful.
Every day is another day
Filled with hurt;
Filled with hate.
Being aware of this long life.
Being alive
But not living.
Every day can be so sweet.
Every breath can be so refreshing.
Every day is day one.
Filled with healing;
Filled with hope.
Being aware of this short life to love.
Alive
And living.
What a simple and strange concept;
Unasked for and forced upon.
Being aware of this life.
Long and short.
Being awake while living.
Bitter and sweet.
Alive.
I am.
I have to be;
Until I don’t.