Just To Be Alive Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's an honour to be broken.
Knowing it's a game simply to survive
Just to be alive 
Trying to do a little bit better every day 
Burying ego and pride
Trying to mend something unfixable 
Trying to do my utmost best 
Sure, we can all pretend.
I've been pretending with every lover and every friend.
I'm hoping one day I won't have to anymore
I hope to be the best version of myself one day.
I hope one day to find my real, true self.
There are rare moments when all the pieces fit together.
And I feel complete.
Oh, what a rare, short-lived relief!
Still, I have hope and belief.
Love, no matter how toxic it gets, when it's right 
It can float my soul.
It can stretch arms and join hands from pole to pole.
Because it's an honour to be broken.
Knowing it's a game simply to survive
Just to be alive
Trying to do a little bit better every day 
Burying ego and pride