Alive. A poem.

I am ALIVE. I see all that is and was, every incongruous and congruous method and selection, tied and untied from destiny’s disaffected strings. I am ALIVE. I have dwelled in the shadow of death’s supple embrace, where carbon monoxide bonds easily with erythrocytes, in a long-term family reunion. I have turned away in regretContinue reading “Alive. A poem.”