Some are suriving but not alive

Some are people without faces

Some are words without meaning

Some are beats without hearts

Some are shells with no inner

Some are just pieces with no glue

Some are dreams without hope

Some are fears with no end

I found mine though

I am alive

I am a face

I am a name with meaning

I am a heartbeat

I am whole

I am glued together

I have hope

My fears end here

What about you?

Where is your end to fear?

When are you going to choose to live?