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What does it mean to be alive?
Is it movement, 
taking up space, 
putting one foot in front of the other,
healing our scars,
moving on and
getting back up?

Or, is it your brain activity,
thoughts, feelings, 
emotions, swirling through your mind,
a soul powerful like a force,
a light that can brighten any darkness
inside and out?

Or is it imaginations, 
looking for tomorrow,
having experiences
that only lead to fulfillment,
or disappointment 
to learning something new?
Is it making a difference, 
some sort of contribution, 
meaning something to someone,
delivering a memory,
a smile, a sense of hope?

Or, could it simply be a heartbeat, 
blood pumping through your body,
full of warmth and passion, 
breathing, inhaling, exhaling, 
taking in,
letting out?

But, what if your movement is
slow, your motions invisible, 
the space you take up is wasted, 
and moving on is impossible,
because you are constantly pushed 
and whenever you try 
to get back up, you are sent back
falling down again and again,
leaving a scar that never

What if you are emotionless, 
and the only feeling is numbness,
and your only thoughts are possessed 
by fascinations 
of how to stop the terror inside your darkened mind, 
and your soul was stolen by all the obscurity
inside and out?

What if you forgot how to imagine good, 
and are only led to disappointment 
by others and yourself, 
and searching for tomorrow was lost 
by an endless today?
What if every time 
you attempt to give, to have some value, 
you are shattered by rejection 
from everyone in your life 
that you lost any hope that was left?

What if your heart 
has no reason to continue beating, 
and your blood has become cold as ice? 
Are you really living 
when breathing is the hardest thing for you to do?

So tell me…
what does it really 
mean to be alive?

Copyright © Allison Spik

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  1. Date: 5/9/2013 9:15:00 PM
    Hi Allison, your poem is very enjoyable, :-) Wishing you a nice warm welcome to Poetry Soup. Wishing you the best in your writings. I hope you find this community to be one of the best. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets, and myself? If you ever want or need feedback on any given poem, please look me up by clicking on my name anytime you're on line. I'm looking forward in becoming your #1 poetry soup fan. Please keep me posted every time you post a poem <3 LUV ~*~SKAT"

  1. Date: 5/1/2013 5:19:00 PM
    About your poem Allison: I like your opening question. I like to ask myself what's the meaning of being alive... I wish I knew the answer, after reading the concept of all the losses in life.... I am glad I came back to read your poem.... LInda

  1. Date: 5/1/2013 4:43:00 PM
    Allison, Welcome to poetry soup. My name is Linda; many poets on the soup call me PD for fun. If you like, please consider checking out my contest in the future. SOME ARE FUN : -) You can find the contest page by clicking on the top left hand side. You will find many different contests to choose from. I’m looking forward in reading and enjoying your poems right now and the future. I like the enjoyment of meeting new poets and reading any new poems you may want or need feedback on. I hope the next time you are on the soup; you find the time and highly recommend your own favorite poem or your next post. You can always stop by and say hi if you like…. Thanks you ~ Always & Forever *LINDA

  1. Date: 5/1/2013 12:16:00 AM
    Interesting perspective on being alive or not. The poem has an enthralling quality that steers the reader through it's entirety. May need a little work, but all in all a pretty decent piece.