To Be Alive Poem by ryan valler

What it means to be alive, to breathe the crisp air from the bright blue sky. Take it all in it won't last long. The weak die off, to live, be strong. But lift your head soldier, your not fighting this battle alone. Through the sweat, through the tears. Your friends, your family, all on the frontlines with you. Like soldiers on the final battle of an everlasting war. Life is a beautiful benefit, do not mock the God given gift. Some force open the skin and pour out the dark, thin, runny red blood. They let it pour out of their soul like a pitcher of lemonade on a hot summers day. To be alive is more than people realize. Material things, while desired are not the meaning of life. To breathe the air, feel the wind coursing through you. To watch as a mother bear finds food for her cubs. To sink your toes into the warm beach sand. To share a kiss with your love in the pale moonlight. These things, these natural things, the ones that make you shed tears of overwhelming joy. This is life. To make what you want out of what you have and share with the ones you love. To be alive is what we strive for, Yes its true, we don't get it all we simply make due. As the bee carries honey to and from its hive, breah in and remember, what it means to be alive.