Still Alive

By Sophie Lang

They say you’re cracked –

I say thank God.

That’s how the light escapes the fraud.

You never shrink to fit a space –

bold, no need to mimic grace.

You hold a quiet tension right,

to me, you are a burst of light.

It shines the most when split apart –

how beautiful, your fractured heart.

You speak in truths so sharp, so clear,

they echo past the walls of fear.

You live,

though no one asked you to –

each breath a step,

each step: breakthrough.

Not for applause,

nor saving face –

but simply to reclaim your space.

You stitched your skin with fuck-it glue,

still breaking,

still becoming, too.

If anyone deserves a throne,

it’s you – who rose, unseen, alone.

No anthem here.

No finish line.

Just:

Still alive.

And that’s divine.

By Sophie Lang