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A L I V E

By Amy Ford

Alive

Breathing steadily, but slow.

Death is over.

A fresh wind blows upon one,

Awakened

From the depths of dark despair.

Feeling.

Peace reigns, replacing twilight,

Goodness exudes from within.

Indifference has blown away,

Existence has a destined meaning;

Happiness, love, aimer and self-worth.

Ready.

To act out life's undetermined path,

And to encompass the nuances of being.

Soon the endeavour will bear fruit,

And then one will exist

With satisfaction.