How could I really know what it means to be alive
I am just barely not a child
Have I really learned to strive
My life's been rather mild
I tried to find what was correct
Some answers can not be told
But must be given in affect
Through a showing that's quite old
Compare and stretch, what you've got
Then grapple to understand
What bits of truth you spot
But can't grasp within your hand
You blink confused and sigh
At the shadows that do shade
Your searching wandering eye
You tramp on, hoping they'll fade
But suddenly you see
You hold amazing power,
You can uplift the world
If you don't curl up and cower
This it what it means to live
To see the right and wrong
To fall, stand up, and learn to give
To find where you belong
Atara Gedalowitz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-it-means-to-live/
