Alive

by Malcolm, under Poetry, Uncategorized

You’re still standing.

The world’s on fire

The seas are churning

And yet here you are

Still standing.


May seem insignificant

In the grand opening

Of this cosmic play’s next act

One where everyone’s a hero

And each figure finds themselves 

Villainous to another supposed protagonist.


But tiny details are the most powerful.

The whole would be nothing without its atoms

And while that tiny subconscious voice

Always speaks of you as worthless

To the point that it is hard to deny


Fate always proves us wrong

The world’s next turn reveals hope

In the face of sorrow and solitude

And we pick ourselves up

From concrete jungles

Under smoggy skylines.


Time to soldier on, time to take another breath

Feel that bitter pain and cold wind

Remind of days long last and regrets not yet healed

But also that despite misfortune’s shadow

You are still alive, you are still standing

The world hasn’t beaten you yet.


Run. Run because you can’t slow down

But also because nothing can stop you

Not hell or high water. Not even yourself

We are all speeding forwards into the unknown

But that doesn’t at all mean

There’s reason to fear what lies beyond.