Living Again

this is about recovery

Living is only meaningful because of death...

If there was no death we would never feel the need,
the need to do anything,
we would never feel he need to love,
to care for
or feel the pain of a heartbreak.

Without a meaning to life we would never want to recover
from anything that is painful,
without meaning nothing would be worth it.

I loved because i knew if i didnt
then my life would have no meaning,
I knew that there would be heartbreak,
but did i care...

I have begun to live again
because there is life after death
and a death on the inside brings life.

Like when a tree falls down and a stump is left,
when that stump a few years later starts to sprout green,
there is life...

There is always and will always be life after death.

Even if you do not believe in it.

Author's Note

a little grammer