Alive Poem by Megan Reily

Sorrow brings out good
In other people
Sadness makes the little things
Seem to stand out

Anger causes happiness
To become stronger
Misery creates a new world
Of goodness

Why is it that
When I am at my saddest
Or my angriest
I see the good in others?

Am I trying to latch on
As if I am a leech
To something viable?
To something lively?
To something that makes me feel
Less dead inside?

Because that is you
Because you’re always there
Because when I became dead
It was you
It was always you
That made me feel alive again