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still alive
alive
it's worth more than it's (w)hole
and less than (a) (a)part
darkness borne of death
(a) (a)li(v)e that's been told
as if one more day were so old
flightless with fight
left to the night
to break or to not
to fear or to not
a mere bend with the wind
to late to abscond nor rescind
undressed in interpretation
undue distress of trepidation
filled or fulfilled
with failed reputation
of naught
so it begins
on
and on
breath
being
about to be(e)
the sting of life
feeling
free
I am but what I am
set out to be or not
blustery or besmirched
begotten but not forgotten
I will the will to live
(w)holey
alive
it's worth more than it's (w)hole
and less than (a) (a)part
darkness borne of death
(a) (a)li(v)e that's been told
as if one more day were so old
flightless with fight
left to the night
to break or to not
to fear or to not
a mere bend with the wind
to late to abscond nor rescind
undressed in interpretation
undue distress of trepidation
filled or fulfilled
with failed reputation
of naught
so it begins
on
and on
breath
being
about to be(e)
the sting of life
feeling
free
I am but what I am
set out to be or not
blustery or besmirched
begotten but not forgotten
I will the will to live
(w)holey
alive
Published 2nd May 2021
Author's Note
How ironic exactly two years ago to the day, unbeknownst to me, I wrote a poem with the same title "alive" so added still to this one.
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