Alive

I recently found a letter I had written my Mother many years ago. It included snippets of poems from a time I was just beginning to allow myself to want to write, never mind actually write . But those little lines were in fact as much me as the following "poem". I still write the same whether short or long. Here it is then, my most recent attempt to figure out this thing called Being Alive.

Being Alive

When I am happy, I know I'm alive
When I am sad, I know I am alive

I know I am alive when I feel

I know I am alive
When I think I am

I know I am alive always

All Ways

No Way is the wrong way.
I am alive and so are you
Take whatever way you want

It will be your way