POETRY
TO BE
A L I V E
1|The penchant||MAY 2021
by mykal mashack To be alive is a miracle, To take a breath is a gift. Often we overlook this, And so our lives begin to drift. Away and out to sea, In a terrible storm of anger and pain.
The boats of our souls have crashed and broke And we lose instead of gain. ‘What’s the purpose of being here,’ We think, searching for meaning in material. We forget to look at what’s in front of us,
And consider
We lose ourselves in competition, And in what we have yet to do. But there is no life without happiness, And many bid their life adieu. But when the ship crashes, When the pain fills up our lungs, When our anchor drifts away, And when the anxiety ties our tongues, Remember nothing lasts forever, And that this too shall pass.
Don’t waste the miracle we
the beat of our were given, heart ethereal.
Don’t turn young dreams to ash.
