Glad To Be Alive
you woke up with a broken heart
but you found no broken limbs
you searched for healing
but found nothing
you cried out hard
and i could see you sad
you woke up weary
but you still got teary
searching for hope
down the steep slope
you yearned for a drink
before you went shrink
Glad to be alive
for another flame to shine
settled you've got time
to raise the broken pieces
happy you have the chance
to dive into the pool of choice
poem by Timothy muggaga
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